Think I'll trade my old guitar in for a gun,
I'll just pull that trigger instead of strum,
Should be a whole lot easier to play,
And then finally I might get to have my say.

Think I'll trade my old guitar in for a gun,
The crowd will move and then they'll run,
Bullets for notes and screams for cheers - what a joy,
Get a load of my new shiny musical toy.

Think I'll trade my old guitar in for a gun,
Your ears will be ringing when I'm done,
I'll point that thing coldly at your head,
Cheer quietly as you're going to be dead.

Think I'll trade my old guitar in for a gun,
Then I might start to have some fun,
I'll play it loud and turn it up to eleven,
I'll send you all on your way to Heaven.