Oh, child sing, you sing Sing for the d**h that will receive you Oh, God, he does not wait Oh, God has packed His things and left some time ago Children raise your hands into the air And form them into fists And throw your grenades and such everywhere I will give you a gun, I will give you a gun! To shoot your brother down I will give you a gun, I will give you a gun! Go on and shoot your brothers down Lick your lips, keep the tips sharp You're Gonna Glow in the Dark