42 newtown

a new town dressed in blood
another friday dressed in black
another day of bathing in blood
another killer dressed in black

now, children, hold hands and follow the plan
you’re gonna see the footage ten thousand more times
I’m sick of the sickness
I want to kill the violence

and the President cries, because he’s a father, too, man
& the Father cries because he’s just a man, too
we’re talking about it, crying about it, but we never get down
only when the bullets start flying, do we really get down

blame not the arrow, but the bow
good book says you reap only what you sow
the good lord says forgive them what they do
for they do not know

come along now, children, hold hands and close your eyes
and pray like we’ve done one hundred times before
I’m so sick of the sickness,
sick to death of all the violence,
and when I realize we slit our own wrists,
that’s when I really get down