Son of a Gun Songtext
von cLOUDDEAD

Hello?
Hi, Mom and Dad
Uh, I guess my schedule is going to be something
Like this, uh, for the next seven months or so
I′ll start, uh, training at Cannon Air Force Base
I'll be going through gunnery school there, uh, learning
How to, uh, oh, shoot and drop bombs from the air, I guess
After I finish up at Cannon, I′ll be
Reporting to Fairchild Air Force Base
Yay to Fairchild! Yay to Fairchild!
Yay to Fairchild! Yay to Fairchild!

Blind men keep rifles in cello cases
Known with a beard as the deer eraser
They dress their boys in bright orange, their daughters in blue
Stripping meat, stretching skin for their musical men
The makers of guns will never go home
May their children always play murder weapon
Since stick, the makers of guns will never fill up
May their children always play murder weapon


May your children always play with guns
May your children always play with guns

Abraham Lincoln never got off
Because it wasn't on the television
And that's all he got
Was his foot background in a tourist shot
And his face framed by those old Roman leaves
Dead center on the front of a five spot
And his face framed by those old Roman leaves
Dead center on the front of a five spot


Abraham Lincoln jumped the gun
Julius Caesar jumped the gun
Emilio Zapata jumped the gun
2Pac and Biggie jumped the gun
Jesucristo jumped the gun
Malcolm X jumped the gun
Mahatma Gandhi jumped the gun
Jonathan Favreau jumped the gun
MLKK jumped the gun
JFKK jumped the gun
Che Guevara jumped the gun
John Lennon jumped the gun
John Lennon jumped the gun
John Lennon jumped the gun
John Lennon jumped the gun
Two tons of guns in a landlord′s eye
Two tons of guns in a landlord′s eye
Two tons of guns in a landlord's eye
Two tons of guns in a landlord′s eye
Two tons of guns in a landlord's eye
Hum diddle diddle, diddle diddle, la
Someone′s feelin' better ′cause they're fried by a bar
And up in the sky where the war planes fly
Dead in the clouds, hear the God's cold lie
Hum diddle diddle, diddle diddle, la
Someone′s feelin′ better 'cause they′re fried by a bar
And up in the sky where the war planes fly
Dead in the clouds, hear the God's cold lie
Hum diddle diddle, diddle diddle, la
Someone′s feelin' better ′cause they're fried by a bar
And up in the sky where the war planes fly
Dead in the clouds, hear the God's cold lie
Hum diddle diddle, diddle diddle, la
Someone′s feelin′ better 'cause they′re fried by a bar
And up in the sky where the war planes fly
Dead in the clouds, hear the God's cold lie

Black stripes, black stripes
Black stripes, black stripes
Black stripes, black stripes
Black stripes, black stripes
Black stripes, black stripes
Black stripes, black stripes
Black stripes, black stripes
Black stripes, black stripes
Black stripes, black stripes
Black stripes, drawn to death free and heavy
Black stripes, drawn to death free and heavy