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Everyday - you lose somebody you love/
Gain somebody to hate, force somebody to take/ They fit your hands with guns, all they want is to dictate/ They want death for a cause, in this world you're the bait/ They won't give, so you're gonna have to take/ You’re fucking up the nation with your stupid little games/ You say I'm wannabe 50, I ain't looking for fame/ I'm tryna pass a message, you're a puppet in a game/ They gave you shit - this who you wanted to be?/ Push yourself, push your mind and you can succeed/ Put down your guns and your knives and maybe you will see/ Open up your ears and listen to me/ I got something to tell, and you wanna listen/ Cos there ain't much sunlight through the window of a prison/ Who put the guns in your hand? Who put the drugs in this land/ Who put the pain in this world that we're living in// Little kids - got guns, playing games/ Gotta teach ‘em the rules, gotta teach ‘em the ways/ Changing days, kids are turning insane/ Changing days - so much fucking pain// Little kids - got guns, playing games/ Gotta teach ‘em the rules, gotta teach ‘em the ways/ Changing days, kids are turning insane/ Changing days - so much mother fucking pain// Put your TV on, flick onto BBC1/ Its all death, guns and bombs/ Funerals and kids mums/ Fourteen years old – got a bullet in the belly/ Getting all mixed up, got himself on the telly/ And its happening – all over the world/ You’ve got kids and their guns/ Makings news with their stunts/ You try to stop it, its worthless/ Nobody listens to parents/ So messed up and scary/ Could be you going early/ You never see a sign on the news/ Until the mothers cradling youths/ You wanna step in and help/ Clutch a hand and just yell/ Closing doors on their selves/ Closing doors on a cell/ Punching tickets to hell/ Round and round, on a carousel/ You’ve got nothin’ to lose, only yourself/ You’ve a lot to say, you’ve got a lot to tell/ You’ve got a life to play, kill the game not yourself/ Little kids - got guns, playing games/ Gotta teach ‘em the rules, gotta teach ‘em the ways/ Changing days, kids are turning insane/ Changing days, so much fucking pain/ Little kids - got guns, playing games/ Gotta teach ‘em the rules, gotta teach ‘em the ways/ Changing days, kids are turning insane/ Changing days, so much mother fucking pain// How’s it happen, how does it go/ Lookin’ to the media, they don’t really know/ This is tragedy, but none of it shows/ They can’t change it, so into the box it goes/ Its just a fault they say, it’s a game they play/ They can’t think for themselves, livin’ on council estates/ Whose givin’ ‘em guns, whose fundin’ their fun/ How many kids do we lose before somethin’ is done// Little kids - got guns, playing games/ Gotta teach ‘em the rules, gotta teach ‘em the ways/ Changing days, kids are turning insane/ Changing days, so much fucking pain// Little kids - got guns, playing games/ Gotta teach ‘em the rules, gotta teach ‘em the ways/ Changing days, kids are turning insane/ Changing days, so much mother fucking pain/ So much mother fucking pain// |
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