At a demonstration yesterday
I was sitting drinking caffeine
And chewing some nicotine
I forgot to bring my sign
But there's another march later this week
Where the people there are appalled
The gov't is building a wall
And the minuteman said to me
Gun control is in your hands and the sky is twisted up
Blue and red
Seems like I'm turning a corner to a coroner's empty slate
She was lying naked in the tub, with a radio not far from her
Maybe it had her number, but she submerged unscathed
There was a kid not eight years old, he was playing with a bottle rocket
His finger in a light socket, he couldn't hear me say
Gun control is in your hands and the sky is twisted up
Blue and red
Seems like I'm turning a corner to a coroner's empty slate
Coroner's empty slate, coroner's empty slate
There is this veteran 6-6, he's working every night now
The door of a night club downtown, he can't live no normal life
He put a pistol in my hand, I looked down the barrel of his shotgun
He asked my how fast can you run, I saw blood on his two arms
Gun control is in your hands and the sky is twisted up
Blue and red
Seems like I'm turning a corner to a coroner's empty slate
Gun control means use two hands cause you only live once until you're dead
Seems like I'm turning a corner to a coroner's empty slate
Gun control is in your hands and the sky is twisted up
Blue and red
Seems like I'm turning a corner to a coroner's empty slate
Coroner's empty slate