Call Me Córdoba - No More Guns

You can read it in the journals
You can smell a country's fear
91% of kids killed by bullets are living here
You can talk about the left and right
You can blame it on the news
You can give us guns and Tactical Light Operator Suits
You can call upon the documents
You can shout Amendment Two
You can sell hellfire, Congressman, but the Lord is watching you
So, men of state, the hour is late
To consecrate the dead
What Lincoln said, goes through my head
And angels sing above my bed
No more guns
No more dead daughters and sons
No more guns
Let my friends be the last ones
With malice towards none
And charity for all
Brother you don't need your gun
Anymore at all
We can count to 17
And we can count 1000 more
Columbine, Chicago, LA, Parkland
End this war
Men of state, the hour is late
To consecrate the dead
What Lincoln said, goes through my head
And angels sing above my bed
No more guns
No more dead daughters and sons
No more guns
Let my friends be the last ones
No more guns
No more lost daughters and sons
No more guns
Let my friends be the last ones

Written by:
Ryan Milov-Córdoba

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