Ammunition - Tree

When you got a gun, you can do as you please

Spraying your bullets like it was a disease

People packing pieces like its going out of business

Evolutionary process survival of the sickest

Your right to bear I’ve got to bear that right

Well I reserve my right not to get shot tonight

I’ve got no gun in this wild wild west

Well I’ll rest in peace when the pieces rest

Rat a tat tat it happens just like that

Don’t even know your shot

Until you got one in the back

Now your just another victim

Now you’re just another stat

Now your dead your dead

You ain’t never coming back

From channel to channel from station to station

TV is the drug that has numbed the nation

You’re so horrified but you’re so fascinated

So the violence just keeps on escalating

PRAISE THE AMMUNITION

A piece without a puzzle a puzzle with no peace

I reach for my revolver I reach for my release

Mass murder in America

A sad but true tradition

I’m armed to the teeth for my own salvation

I’m a twisted man with a twisted grip

And I got the whole world at my finger tip

A pistol packing preacher in a gun toting nation

Pass the Lord and praise the ammunition

I’M AN ANGRY MAN WITH A GUN IN MY HAND