I'm angry and I want the world to know it!!!!
So that's why I write,
Because the kids they die
And the people don't stop shooting
And the bullet holes
Blossom - toxic red flowers -
In the mother's chest as she rushes to her baby
And falls short

As he screams and squalls no longer
Oh and then they sing about the drugs the money the *** the jaded

When ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS LOOK AT THAT

No use to shake them
The world burns around them