Who's the enemy
You're gonna point your gun at G.I. Joe?
Well your grandpa broke the strikes
And your dad the civil rights
When they were 18 too
Kent State you never had a clean slate
I didn't see watts burn but I felt the embers
Pinkerton mobs, National Guard
Change the names but someone remembers

I passed out flowers in the park (Loaded gun)
Spent my money in the market (Loaded gun)
Running rebels reading Marx (Loaded gun)
How droll! Armalite-ballot
There's dollars in Bahrain (Loaded gun)
But there's rust in the gas can (Loaded gun)
Bombs for petrol!? (Loaded gun)
No! Petrols for bombs

They've got a file on you friend
And it's none of your business
Community policing paying dividends
East Oakland is a no-go
But the liquor store is COINTELPRO
Peacekeeping mission in police warzone
With a turbulent Dow Jones
If violence is a state monopoly
Then think of us as antitrust

I passed out flowers in the park (Loaded gun)
Spent my money in the market (Loaded gun)
Running rebels reading Marx (Loaded gun)
How droll! Armalite-ballot
The CIA is in Oakland (Loaded gun)
Rewriting the constitution (Loaded gun)
Looking at a firebrand through the eyes
Of a loaded gun

I passed out flowers in the park (Loaded gun)
Spent my money in the market (Loaded gun)
Running rebels reading Marx (Loaded gun)
How droll! Armalite-ballot
The CIA is in Oakland (Loaded gun)
But there's rust in the gas can (Loaded gun)
Looking at a firebrand
Loaded gun


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Loaded Gun song meanings
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