there are so many rules, for things that matter to me like driving on beaches and a licence to fish in the sea used to live like a gypsy, i'd camp by the side of the road but now they just move me along, there's no where to go well i'll give up my gun when the ocean runs dry well i remember when fireworks were always a family affair the whole town would turn up to join the event of the year well there where crackers and sparklers and rockets and fountains and shells when they took them away they took some of our freedom as well i'll give up my gun when the sun doesn't shine now I lock up my house locked up my car and my shed if i, try to defend them im likely to get locked up instead because the scumbags have lawyers and rights so the law lets them be while the, honest hard-working get shafted and fight to stay free i'll give up my gun when the birds don't fly... well i'll give up my gun when the ocean runs dry and i'll give up my gun when the sun doesn't shine I'll give up my gun, when the birds don't fly I'll give up my gun, when politicians don't lie