All Them Guns by Bite The Buffalo Lyrics

The ground will tremble at the mention of his name
He's powerin' your hands to make your house feel safe
But when you catch his eyes and he's not on your side
He won't discriminate 'cause we all bleed the same

Your mind is taken, he's the master, you're the slave
Your heart is sold, you're payin' the price for his parade
And that deadly side of his, no patience, there's no grace
Then comes the day he'll send us back into our caves

Oh, with his name
Oh, with his name
Oh, his name

Whadda do about all them guns?
Gonna shoot 'em down with all of them guns?
Whadda do about all them guns?
Gonna shoot 'em down with all of them guns?
Whadda do about all them guns?
Gonna shoot 'em down with all of them guns?
Whadda do about all them guns?
Gonna shoot 'em down with all of them guns?
Whadda do about all them guns?
Gonna shoot 'em down with all of them guns?

Whadda do about all them guns?
Gonna shoot 'em down with all of them guns?
Whadda do about all them guns?
Gonna shoot 'em down with all of them guns?
Whadda do about all them guns?
Gonna shoot 'em down with all of them guns?
Whadda do about all them guns?
Gonna shoot 'em down with all of them guns?