Twelve kids dead on the playground
Another twelve in the classroom
The shooter strikes another victim
A loaded gun ensures him of his destiny
Then the news keeps flashing the pictures
Of blood and gore everywhere
As parents watch horrific events
Oh my God what is this world coming to
Then a mere twelve minutes later
The media in all of their wisdom
Advertise after-school specials
All about the deadly tragedy
They run around interviewing
All the folks involved in the shooting
As little John watches fixated
Gonna go and get Mamma's gun
I don't know which one of them is worse
Little John or the media that made him
Let's blame the gun it's all that we have left
Since we have all lost our sanity
It's so sad how all the news channels
Keep reporting the wrong information
All for the sake of an agenda
Just to make...
Just so you...
Why don't you...
They just want you to believe