Get that gun out of your hand
Get that gun out of your hand
I told you twice, now I'll tell you once again
Get that gun out of your hand
Take that piece and set it free
Take that piece and set it free
Burn it, break it, melt it, forsake it
Take that piece and set it free
Not just guns I talk about
Not just guns I talk about
A thousand tons of baby-part cloud
Not just guns I talk about
Sinking in moral decay
Sinking in moral decay
You had sympathy, now host the devil's say
Sinking in moral decay
We can't touch your hypocrisy
We can't touch you hypocrisy
Smirk in dirt, you think you're clean
We can't touch your hypocrisy
You won't listen to me
No, you won't listen to me
For our lives, you are the thief
You won't listen to me
Get that gun out of your hand
Now, get that gun out of your hand
I've told you five times now I tell you one more time
Get that gun out of your hand