Kids With Guns - Gorillaz, Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn

These days it’s different

(Turning us into monsters)

Kids don’t fight with knives anymore

(Turning us into fire)

They fight with guns!

Kids have got guns!

(Turning us into monsters)

It’s all desire

It’s all desire…

Well it’s fine

You know, the son was young

And then he started 'grow up faster

Parents wondered what went wrong

And then he turned into a little monster!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Calm down

Don’t kill me now!

Well, I didn’t expect much more

Because son was a little scalawag-wag-wagger

Can’t see much more

If a lesson I guess

I’d hold it straight away

Back to the point

Give him three Coca-Colas

He’ll run away

Write up the walls and down

The little dirty scalawag of a monster!

So mama, please let us out on the town

We want to drink, we want to fight

We want it all night

We’re going to smash up your neighbor’s car

If you don’t let us out that door!

It’s fine and dandy

I’ll just climb out me window, leave y’all!

See you later, never liked you anyway!

I swear I’m adopted!

Stop it!

Son was young

Then he turned into a monster!

Calm down

Don’t kill me now!

I’m the oldest man in the family

I might be just a teenager

But my mind’s sharper than anybody’s!

And dad’s just a drink drink drunker

And I’m back to the point of the matter!

I’m still here!

And I’m still walking out!

I’ll see you later (Calm down, don’t kill me now!)

I’m going to get a job

Because I’m leaving school

Because I can’t get at Clara Clough!

Heavy heart

Leaving me so low

See you later!

Mama, I’m going to be a breadwinner!

Take your time

What’s your clue, what up?

Don’t worry mama

'Cause I’m a m-m-monster!

These days it’s different

(Turning us into monsters)

Kids don’t fight with knives anymore

(Turning us into fire)

They fight with guns!

(Turning us into monsters)

Kids have got guns!

(It's all desire)

It’s all desire

And they’re turning us into monsters

Turning us into fire

Turning us into monsters

It’s all desire

It’s all desire…

Drinking out

Pacifier

Taking some of

Where you are

Doesn’t make sense to

But it won’t be long (Why won’t it be long?]

'Cause kids with guns

Kids with guns

Easy does it, easy does it

They’ve got something to say mental

And they’re turning u-

Calm down

Don’t kill me now!

Well, I never liked you mama

And I never liked you type of music!

In fact I sold all your CD’s

Out the back of your car just to prove it!

And I spent the money

Haha!

Seriously!

On all that whiskey

When that time I puked up on the doorstep

And you told me I was a monster!

And now I’m back to tell you

That I will never end the truth!

I’ll be back around the way soon

Before you ever end me and I’m through!

So, a killer?

That’s just me

I’m the killer of a happy family!

And that’s fine with you is it?

Fine with me!

Fine!

Fuck off and die!