Fifteen youths coming at you
With baseball bats chains and knives
Hate written all over there faces
You pull out your Forty Four Magnum
Feet spread apart like dirty Harry
And let rip, suddenly when the smoke has cleared
There is a couple of dead bodies
A lot of wood and metal
And the sound of a pack of cowards
Pounding the pavement heading west
When the Cops come you hand them your Gun License
You plead self defence, which is your right
If you were a criminal you wouldn't have a gun License
And you would have pissed off
The theory is there will allways be illegal Guns
But the Law abiding Citizen will have a License
You should have the right to bare arms
For your self defence

Repost Series 2006

allan James saywell

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