It’s true what they say about guns
Hiding in the closet
They prey on lonely sons and daughters
All the other special ones
In your defense, well you have none
‘Cause defense against the other
People wielding guns is not real
Did your mama never teach you “no?”

You can wish on stars
And crash the fuck out of cars
And still be what you’ll be
In a free world there’s
No such thing as a freedom
When you can live and die free
But we can figure it out

Well if it’s true what they say about guns
Then count me out, my dear
And drive me into the ocean
Well if it’s true what they say about guns
Then it’s true about me

It’s true they say about guns
Well is it worth it
Holding on to something so bad, baby?
How does it feel to be a lucky one?
Switchblade on your back
You’re a rolling stone
You’re a loved one
And really, did your mama never teach you “no?”
Well if it’s true what they say about guns
Then count me out my dear
And drive me into the ocean
Well if it’s true what they say about guns
Yeah if it’s true what they say about guns
Well if it’s true what they say about guns
Then it’s true about me