Danny Schmidt Guns & The Crazy Ones
Seems to me it's just as plain as please
It's plastered the news
Cause every day there's a new display
Of cannons come loose
Once was tough, two's a called bluff, three's enough's enough
Four was cruel, five's a dead school, six is like they're gunning for you
So tell me this, when the spirit slips
And can't hardly stand
What will it grasp if it falls too fast
I hope just a hand
But if not, if the shell's shocked, if there's no angels near
If fury finds that in the chambered mind, there's just bullets and steel
So blame the guns or blame the crazy ones
It's almost the same
Cause in the home of the free and brave
These tools are insane
The best dirt on the free earth and we can't shake our pride
We're two sides of a mudslide, and we're both buried alive
So tell me now, tell me anyhow
When will it end?
Cause every time it's a friend of mine
The ghosts and the men
It seems to me it's just as plain as please
