American Guns

Lyrics

[Chorus] Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot American guns, American guns Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot American guns, American guns [Verse 1: Tim Armstrong] Well, drop more, two million tons Ho Chi Minh's trail was sprayed with bombs Jungles of Laos knew all along That the American war would finally come America, land of the free Purveyor and leaders of democracy Debauchery, luxury Bacchanalia's alright to me [Chorus] Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot American guns, American guns Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot American guns, American guns [Verse 2: Skinhead Rob] Nah, I won't listen 'cause I've only been lied to I got a few common enemies and still I despise you It's a cold mission, they pull up beside you In your own territory and leave something inside you A wise man once told me, "People are strange" I'm a stranger in a strange land, strange as the days Yeah I'm nice with the grouping, I stay at the range 38 to the 40, Kal A to the K [Chorus] Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot American guns, American guns Thirty-aught buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot American guns, American guns