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A COUNTRY THAT WORSHIPS THE GUN

A COUNTRY THAT WORSHIPS THE GUN
(To tune of “You Can’t Get a Man with a Gun,” by Irving Berlin, from Broadway Musical “Annie Get Your Gun.”)

Say It’s your right, that’s freedom
But tell me why you need ‘em?
All those Glocks aren’t free when done
Mourning folks go on paying
For gravestones that need laying
In a country that worships the gun

What’s feels godly or pleasant?
‘Bout killing a poor pheasant
As it climbs skyward towards the sun
Oh, the hunt’s very sporting
When the bird is not retorting
In a country that worships the gun

The sun beats, a hot one
Some moron loads a shotgun
On a dog day of summer, run!
From Oak Creek to Aurora
Could the logic here be poorer?
In a country that worships the gun

Love the gun, Love the gun
No one feels he’s a man with no gun
Love the gun, love the gun
In a country that worships the gun

A gun, handy when rural
On a city street’s immoral
Where a shooting is drive by fun
But they’re happy I’m guessin’
On the board at Smith & Wesson
In a country that worships the gun

And while one cannot stifle
A nut holding a rifle
And a grudge heavy as one ton
Though the devil hath charmed him
In the name of G-d, who’s armed him?
Just a country that worships the gun

Love the gun, love the gun
No one feels he’s a man with no gun
Love the gun, love the gun
In a country that worships the gun

In some states it’s no harder
Than acquiring bottled water
Want to buy ammunition son?
Whereby folks ordinary
Pack arms quite military
In a country that worships the gun

Much more than a hobby
The money-rich gun lobby
Touting sales, many a billion
Sloughs off loss everyone saw
Opposing every gun law
In a country that worships the gun

Love the gun, love the gun
No one feels he’s man with no gun
Love the gun, love the gun
In a country that worships the gun

Though the Second Amendment
Our high Court deems ascendant
There are standing militias none
Therefore citizens voting
Can attend the polls now toting
In a country that worships the gun

Mean on-screen chilling violence
And movie mogul silence,
There’s a crime that should be undone
What country says prayers, while it stares, through the crosshairs?
A country that worships the gun

Love the gun, love the gun
No one feels he’s a man with no gun
Love the gun, love the gun
In a country that worships the gun

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

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