Nüguns

And the little boy stared
To the eyes of the night
Button collects price of his time
Little girl glared
Sheets of denial
Bullet connects to the price of her crime

What have we said
Wasn't in their bed
What of presence
Haven't we paid penance
For the new guns

Now the little boy sees
Through the eyes of delight
Levers erect note of his rhyme
Little girl bled
Sheets of the night
Lovers connect to the price of his dime

What have we said
Wasn't in their bed
What of presence
Haven't we paid penance
For the new guns, for the new guns

What have we said
Wasn't in their bed
What of presence
Haven't we paid penance

What have we said
Wasn't in their bed
What of presence
Haven't we paid penance
For the new guns, for the new guns
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