Текст песни
Does anyone know how loaded he was
When he unloaded his gun?
Does anyone know how loaded he was
When the slaughter had begun?
Does anyone know how crazy he was?
Does anyone think he did it because
He thought humans were in season, his brain had a lesion?
Is it worse it he didn't have any reason?
Does anyone know what number of pints
He was planning to spill?
Does anyone think he may have just been prescribed
The wrong happy pill?
Which god told him to kill all the infidels
The intellectuals, the homosexuals, even the red-necktuals
Anything can start making sense
When it's imprinted out of context
Does anyone know what made him decide
To unload his first round?
Do you think he cared what race or faith are the victims he left
For dead on the ground?
Does anyone know how Jewish he was?
Does anyone know how Buddish he was?
Does anyone know if he's a Christian, had a pot to piss in
Did he consider it a sin?
Did anyone go to church for the dead
And asked to kneel and pray?
How can you believe in a God
And still carry a card of the NRA?
I thought religion is supposed to instill
A notion that is not right to kill
It must be a bitter pill
To admit that you're all mentally ill
Why do we have a harder time
When there's no enemy to blame?
It doesn't matter how many were killed
The debate is the same
Is it alright to hunt or judge you for fun?
Is it protection we need from the gun
The blame is always placed on someone
It's always how the story is spun
Only a lunatic would sell a lunatic a gun