I go to bed with sounds

Of gun shots in my head

Wake, buy the paper

Read the names of the dead

The thought creeps in my mind

How long will it be until

They come kick my door in

And I'm they want to kill

Some go out and buy a gun

Some try to move away

It don't matter where I go

I'm gonna die someday

It seems today

The simple solution

To the problems

That we face

Is to pull a knife, load a gun

And put people in their place

The national anthem

Has been changed

In the land of the insecure

Home of the brave

Becomes home of the slave

As we're locked in by our fears

Maybe tomorrow will be the day

I'm the one to die

But I will not hide paranoid

And watch my life go by

Fear was made to warn us

To teach you when to run

But if you really want to live

It must be overcome