With all due respect to Mister Heston
It's guns that kill
It's the sawed off shotgun in that boy's bookbag
Ready to fire at will
While the schoolchildren scream
Our fearless leaders just sing la la la
With all due respect to the 2nd amendment
Murder is not a right
You don't need a semi-automatic handgun
To end a fight
Everytime another falls
I wonder who's gonna grow the balls to say we've had enough
With all due respect to the NRA
Are you proud of what you've done
When my brother-in-law took a bullet to his skull
It came from a gun
Not a brick and not a board
Not a person's harshest word but a gun
With all due respect to Mister Heston
And his cold, dead hands
La la la
Jeremy James - With All Due Respect to Mister Heston (feat. Donna Baird) Lyrics
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With all due respect to Mister Heston
It's guns that kill
It's the sawed off shotgun in that boy's bookbag
Ready to fire at will
While the schoolchildren scream
Our fearless leaders just sing la la la
With all due respect to the 2nd amendment
Murder is not a right
You don't need a semi-automatic handgun
To end a fight
Everytime another falls
I wonder who's gonna grow the balls to say we've had enough
With all due respect to the NRA
Are you proud of what you've done
When my brother-in-law took a bullet to his skull
It came from a gun
Not a brick and not a board
Not a person's harshest word but a gun
With all due respect to Mister Heston
And his cold, dead hands
La la la
It's guns that kill
It's the sawed off shotgun in that boy's bookbag
Ready to fire at will
While the schoolchildren scream
Our fearless leaders just sing la la la
With all due respect to the 2nd amendment
Murder is not a right
You don't need a semi-automatic handgun
To end a fight
Everytime another falls
I wonder who's gonna grow the balls to say we've had enough
With all due respect to the NRA
Are you proud of what you've done
When my brother-in-law took a bullet to his skull
It came from a gun
Not a brick and not a board
Not a person's harshest word but a gun
With all due respect to Mister Heston
And his cold, dead hands
La la la
Writer: Jeremy Routhier-James
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