SAWDUST Bliss Street 2019
SAWDUST © Bliss Street 2019
There’s sawdust on the barroom floor, and bloodstains on the walls.
The sounds of people screaming, from deep inside the hall.
The lights were swirling brightly, and the music playing loud,
When the crazed psychotic gunman opened fire on the crowd.
There’s people out there thinking that it really is ok,
The occasional gun massacre is a reasonable price to pay,
For the right to own a firearm that you’ll probably never use.
Oh look, here’s one looks like the flag, all reds and whites and blues.
But there’s bloodstains, on the bar room floor.
There’s bloodstains on the school room floor, crayon drawings on the wall,
And the sounds of children crying, from somewhere up the hall.
The kids were smiling sweetly, and the day was drifting past,
When the crazed psychotic gunman opened fire on the class.
There’s people out there thinking that it really is ok,
The occasional gun massacre is a reasonable price to pay,
For the right to own a firearm, no matter who you are,
You can get one off the internet, look, a shiny new AR
But there’s bloodstains, on the classroom floor.
There’s way too many guns out there, and they’re way too easy to buy,
And background checks are a joke my friend, at some gun shows they don’t even try.
And Biometric locks on guns are a good idea they say,
But the store that planned to offer them, was getting death threats every day.
And there’s bloodstains, on the schoolroom floor.
There’s people out there saying, that it really is ok,
The occasional gun massacre is a reasonable price to pay,
For the right to own a firearm, and the Legislators whine
There’s not a thing that we can do, and this is really not the right time.
But there’s bloodstains, on the classroom floor.