The Remains


I am the son of Sam,
I am, I am.


Daddy has gone a-hunting,
With his double barreled shotgun.


People can’t live on guns alone;
Gun’s at home.
Put a bullet in your mobile phone.


They take their lives, but they leave their bodies;
They keep on living in their world of pain.
All that we are left with is…
Nobody.
All that remains are the remains.


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