Arming of Infants

Well I told you once I would do it again
Why don’t you leave while you still can?
All your back rooms laid this town to waste
You come in darling nice and slow
And leave your shiny little guns on the floor
Run away with your force fed little world
Go tell it on the mountain
Or won’t you scream it in my ear
Tell me everything I want to hear
Won’t you give me little warning before you tell me that I’m the one?
There’s razor blades behind your pretty smile
And all your childhood parties, they would kill us for the fall (?)
Run away with everything you know
Go tell it on the mountain
Or won’t you scream it in my ear
Tell me everything I want to hear