I've fought for freedom on the shores of every sea,
But nowadays it's different all I feel is shame,
People dying everyday and I'm the one they blame
I wish I was a swingset in some little kid's backyard,
A tractor in a field or a bumber on a car,
I wish I was something that couldn't hurt no one,
Of all the things I could have been, I had to be a gun
They hide me in their lockers in the high school halls,
I hand out on the corners I've broken every law,
I've laid there in the court rooms tagged exhibit B,
Watched them go away in chains while I go back to the streets
I wish I was a swingset in some little kid's backyard,
A tractor in a field or a bumber on a car,
I wish I was something that couldn't hurt no one,
Of all the things I could have been, I had to be a gun
Undearneath a sweater hidden on a closet shelf,
His tiny hands reached for me but I couldn't scream for help
I wish I was a swingset in some little kid's backyard,
A tractor in a field or a bumber on a car,
I wish I was something that couldn't hurt no one,
Of all the things I could have been, I had to be a gun
I was with the 42nd back in 1943, I've fought for freedom on the shores of every sea, But nowadays it's different all I feel is shame, People dying everyday and I'm the one they blame I wish I was a swingset in some little kid's backyard, A tractor in a field or a bumber on a car, I wish I was something that couldn't hurt no one, Of all the things I could have been, I had to be a gun They hide me in their lockers in the high school halls, I hand out on the corners I've broken every law, I've laid there in the court rooms tagged exhibit B, Watched them go away in chains while I go back to the streets I wish I was a swingset in some little kid's backyard, A tractor in a field or a bumber on a car, I wish I was something that couldn't hurt no one, Of all the things I could have been, I had to be a gun Undearneath a sweater hidden on a closet shelf, His tiny hands reached for me but I couldn't scream for help I wish I was a swingset in some little kid's backyard, A tractor in a field or a bumber on a car, I wish I was something that couldn't hurt no one, Of all the things I could have been, I had to be a gun Explain Request ×
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