City of God

Here is a gun
Take it and make yourself useful, kid
Go find someone you don’t like
Someone who stole from you
Or called you a name
Or bumped you in the street
And shoot them dead

And don’t you worry about the mess
The sun will dry the blood
It will flake off
No one will remember
Or care
In a day or two

We will stomp their bodies in the streets
Fill our cups
And toast to a city
That is ours

So take the gun
(No charge)

Tell your friends