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 t 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
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