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fascisthunter

(29,381 posts)
Sun Apr 8, 2012, 12:44 AM Apr 2012

With all the Gun Violence All I can Think of is this Song

Last edited Sun Apr 8, 2012, 01:34 AM - Edit history (1)

This is the kids present and future:

Pumped Up Kicks
Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room,
he wont tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette
hanging out his mouth.
He's a cowboy kid.

Yeah! He found a six-shooter gun
in his dad's closet, with the box of fun things.
I don't even know what,
but he's coming for you. Yeah, He's coming for you!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, and he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette,
Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah?"

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/pumped-up-kicks-lyrics-foster-the-people.html ]
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

(Run, Run, Run, Run. Run, Run.
R-Run, Run, Run.
R-Run.
R-Run, Run, Run.
R-Run.
Run, Run.
Run, Run.
Run, Run, Run.)

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

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With all the Gun Violence All I can Think of is this Song (Original Post) fascisthunter Apr 2012 OP
To whoever wrote this: don't quit your day job. Johnny Rico Apr 2012 #1
who? fascisthunter Apr 2012 #3
It was a worldwide hit in 2010 that went quadruple platinum. Music is their day job. nt onehandle Apr 2012 #6
And their album is on sale on iTunes for $6.99 until 4/11. I bought it. onehandle Apr 2012 #7
Maybe it plays better as a song. MrSlayer Apr 2012 #2
I can think of way too many songs... saras Apr 2012 #4
Lynyrd Skynyrd----Saturday Night Special thelordofhell Apr 2012 #5
Their album is on sale on iTunes for $6.99 until 4/11. I bought it. onehandle Apr 2012 #8
 

saras

(6,670 posts)
4. I can think of way too many songs...
Sun Apr 8, 2012, 01:57 AM
Apr 2012

Shouldn't Have Given Him A Gun For Christmas (Wall of Voodoo)

There’s been snow-covered Christmases and ones just of rain
Of smoked hams and warm bread and shiny toy trains
And though they’ve always been different, they’ve all been the best
Yet there’s one I remember more tenderly than all the rest…

It all began with Uncle Jack
He made a crack and wouldn’t take it back
Dad was drinkin’; he got sore
There was a flash, an awful crash
It took the manger on the floor!

Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldn’t have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!

He put two slugs in the neighbor’s door and kicked apart the manger scene
The plastic Baby Jesus he blew to smithereens
I can’t think of all the nine year olds who won’t be seein’ ten
Or how he went-a caroling to the doors of now dead men!

Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldn’t have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!

Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldn’t have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!

Oh Tannenbaum! Oh Tannenbaum!
The geese ein Ine a bummin’
My name is soon a when the sun is shine
What I convince a veener schnite
Oh Tannenbaum! Oh Tannenbaum!
The geese ein Ine a bummin’
Of course I can repeat those right along in now but…

Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldn’t have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!

Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldn’t have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldn’t have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!

thelordofhell

(4,569 posts)
5. Lynyrd Skynyrd----Saturday Night Special
Sun Apr 8, 2012, 02:55 AM
Apr 2012

Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man's reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes

Mr.Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playing poker on a losin' night
And pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commences to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done pull his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

Mr.Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Oooh Saturday night special...
For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too...

Oooh let me tell you all about it...

Well hand guns are made for killin'
They ain't no good for nothin' else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some ole fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

Mr.Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Ooooh it's a Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what you can do with it too...

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