Youth Brigade Guns Are For... lyrics

Tommy was a good boy no one ever dreamed
He'd do such a foolish thing then mom heard the screams.
He'd been told a million time these were not toys.
Why don't you ask the dead what guns are for?

Now he's lying in a pool of blood
His friends puking on the floor
Dad's magnum lying by the door.
How could this happen here?

Bang bang your dead play the little kids growing up on TV

Hell people been killing people
All through the centuries
Scream about the constitution and how the government must listen
The people have the right to keep and bear arms.
NRA and politicians semi-automatic weapons
Do the people have the right to shoot and kill?
People kill people guns are just tools.
But they are made for just one thing and that's to kill