APistol
A gun is a gun You Son of a Gun
Made with plastic, wood and steel.
And dead is dead You knuckle head
It’s design was designed to kill.

Was it by fate And made for hate
This product by hand of man?
T’was forged and formed To bring forth harm
It’s design is a deadly plan


A Defense
Do right not wrong And sing a song
And try to turn your cheek
Turn around and walk away
A meeker life is what I seek

Some are tough some are rough
Some are troubled souls
Some are lost they can’t be helped
Face it - That’s just the way it goes

If you take a gun you son of a gun
And threaten my kids and land
It’s your hate that forged your fate
I’ll use man’s gun with a deadly plan