Nuguns

And the little boy stared into the eyes of the night
Button collects price of his time
Little girl glared sheets of the denial
The bullet connects to the price of her crime

What have we said wasn't it their bed
What of our presence haven't we paid penance for the new guns

Now the little boy sees through the eyes of delight
Levers erect note of his rhyme
Little girl bled sheets of the night
The lovers connect to the price of his dime

What have we said wasn't it their bed
What of our presence haven't we paid penance for the new guns, for the new guns

What have we said wasn't it their bed
What of our presence haven't we paid penance
What have we said wasn't it their bed
What of our presence haven't we paid penance for the new guns, for the new guns to use!