The phantom force is right on time
Cross the street the reaper's on his side
A pocket full of shells
And a hell inside his mind
You can cut the leaves
Or let them kill themselves
If you keep the roots
You're cultivating hell
When money makes the world go round
The price of human life is down
If you look the other way
When the poison starts to run
It's so hard to remember
When your memory is on
Kids with guns
A tragedy this trouble town befell
It's so easy when you blame
Everything else
When your teachers have to arm themselves
With discount arms from target sales
If you look the other way
When the poison starts to run
It's so hard to remember
When your memory is on
Kids with guns
I look out the window
I can't hear the birds
The songs are usually
There to be heard
But they flew away last week
When the shells hit the ground
I don't know where they've gone
Or if they'll ever return
As I try to hear the little bird song
The silent softly speaks
Of an innocence now gone
It was taken away
Far from this town
If you look the other way
When the poison starts to run
It's so hard to remember
When your memory is on
Kids with guns
