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I read a brand new paper
About a man who had a thousand guns
Lived in the Southern States
Ran away from everyone
Felt it wasn't safe
Even in the Southern States

He thought that he might die
But was he frightened by
Anyone with a gun?
Well, every stranger's danger
Everybody has one
But alone and hungry
He couldn't eat his.....
Guns

I watched my television
Sitting on the floor
The window man was watching
Me and a million more
He read me the news
Someone's getting abused

He thought that we might die
He wasn't frightened why
Everyone has a bomb
It's a passing danger
Or so he said
Everybody has one
Care to see or just wait
(That's just great)