Gun

I got an idea of something we can do with a gun
Sink load and fire 'till the empire reaps what they’ve sown
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'till their minds are open
Shoot, shoot 'till their eyes are closed
Push, push, push 'till we get some motion
Push, push 'till the bombs explode
Yeah, yeah
I got an idea that we can do it all on our own
Nothing to worry, regret must weigh a ton
Kick, kick, kick 'till the laws are broken
Kick, kick 'till the boots are worn
Hit, hit, hit 'till the truth is spoken
Hit, hit 'till the truth is born
Yeah, born!
Fuck it up
I got an idea of something we can do with a gun