Bang, Bang 

Gang, gang


that's what we hear in music, right?


why do people think it's tight?

when there are school shootings



it is no joke

even for the old folk tho

now fathers and mothers and daughters and sons

what's it all for, yo


you lonely you angry you hurting or burning with rage,

Cuz, the world just aint going your way


Bang, Bang

Gang, gang


don't be insane

life is precious

even for the madly in pain

there's life there's hope and another days gain

even if you ain't got one, put it away




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