It’s Hypocritical

The Outlook is cynical for the human race

Still we’re making weapons

To lull ourselves into deaths embrace

The safety’s always off 

When the gun is loaded and in your face

Someone’s in a bad mood

And you took their fuckin’ parking space
Triggers fill your head

Bullets kill you dead

Still in every city on earth

The streets are painted red

With all our guns and knives

We’ll take each others lives

Children are neglected because

Their parents are busy pickin’ sides

CHORUS

Gimme grenades 
AKs

I’d settle for an RPG

When there’s noone left to save

And no one misbehaves

We’ll continue

On this wicked trend of tragedy
Gimme grenades
AKs
I’d settle for RPG

Try to save but kill and mame

Engulfed by this tragic 
Sense of irony

Bullet shells litter 

The playgrounds in small town

The cities like a shooting range

People getting gunned down

But noone ever learns

So let the powder burn

Fire up another round

Let somebody hit the ground

Who needs a holster anyway

We’re in these fucked up Days N Daze

Saw the fucking barrel off

Crack it back and let it pop



CHORUS


But no one ever learns

So let the powder burn

Fire up another round

Let somebody hit the ground

Who needs a holster anyway

We’re in these fucked up Days N Daze

Saw the fucking barrel off

Crack it back and let it pop

The outlook is cynical for the human race

Still we’re making weapons

To lull ourselves into deaths embrace

The safety’s always off 

When the gun is loaded and in your face

Someone’s in a bad mood

And you took their fuckin’ parking space

CHORUS (x2)