Scared Of Guns

Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating They're polishing the luga facsimiles The little kids grow up imitating Cowboys shoot indians before puberty Don't get me to the battle on time I'd be useless in the front line Don't point that thing at me You know I'm scared of guns You can argue, say it's harmless In the nightmare fairground gallery We're all under pain of death To keel right over gracefully I ached to be a uniform man And toss that baton in a marching band Don't point that thing at me You know I'm scared of guns I'm scared of guns, they're out of your hands I'm scared of guns, they might go bang I'm scared of guns, Hey Joe, they're out of control I'm scared of guns, fear eat the soul Don't shoot me