Guns they sit, cold and still,
Until they're fired, then they ****
Knives are fine, whilst they lay
Until they're fired, then they slay
Grenades are shy, in their shell,
Until the pin drop and the life they quell
Ropes are good, they have their use,
Until they are used for a noose
Words are brilliant, truthful, not vain
Until they cause too much pain
Until they make you use the gun, knife, grenade or rope
So be careful what you say
But how can you stop?
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Guns they sit, cold and still,
Until they're fired, then they ****
Knives are fine, whilst they lay
Until they're fired, then they slay
Grenades are shy, in their shell,
Until the pin drop and the life they quell
Ropes are good, they have their use,
Until they are used for a noose
Words are brilliant, truthful, not vain
Until they cause too much pain
Until they make you use the gun, knife, grenade or rope
So be careful what you say
But how can you stop?
