We’ll run around and count the bodies.
We’ll bury those who’re dead.
“It’s our Noble Right to kill ourselves,”
the NRA spokesman said.
Lib’rals run around and spout:
“We can’t have any more deaths.”
They might as well sit quiet.
They might as well save their breaths.
We leave our homes each morning –
head to work, or school, or fun ==
And somewhere in America,
another shooter loads his gun.