Assault Raffle

On this momentous celebration, witnessed by a thousand eyes Of a monotonous occasion with no soul I stand before you, duly sworn protector of the coin It gives no end of pleasure to draw a number from this hat The bullets aren't yet loaded, but you'll have time enough for that Congratulations, son - you win a chance to shoot this gun again In the Land of Opportunity, all of suitable tone and hue Are equal in the eyes of Standard Oil And every year, like clockwork, there was nothing could be done A dozen dreams are sacrificed so terror yet may reign Who will be the lucky few to sing in lethal rain? Congratulations, son - you win an early exit from the loony bin Congratulations, son - you win a chance to shoot this gun again To all who died so freedom could cleave air We offer foolish thought and empty prayer Instead of keeping them at bay, let's give the tools of death away