Mamas pack their lunches, kiddies pack their guns
Wishing it will go away, but nothing's getting done
A shot heard 'round the world, when a mother's baby dies
We the people, point our fingers, blame and wonder why
Face it and fight or turn high tail and run
'Til it comes back again like the rising sun
Say they do all they can, it's just another lie
The answer's plain to see, nobody wants to try
There's no recess and no rules in the school of life
I f you listen very closely you will see what it's like
Have cool, will travel
Tell myself it ain't true, they just cannot see
Grown up or sewn up, the medicine is worse than the disease
I have cool, will travel
Here we go

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Writer(s): DAVE MUSTAINE