mamas pack their lunches, kiddies pack their guns
Wishing it will go away, but nothing`s getting done
A shot heard `round the world, when a mother`s baby dies
We the people point our fingers, blame and wonder why
Face it and fight, or turn high tail and run
`Tl it comes back again just like the rising sun
Say they do all they can, it`s just another lie
the answer`s plain to see, nobody wants to try
There`s no recess and no rules in the school of life
If you listen closely, you`ll see what it`s like
Have cool, will travel