A mad man bawls. Weary wife sighs.
Just down the hall, a scared child hides.
Bang like a bomb! Little kid cries.
Another dies. Another dies.
Kids in a school, sunny and bright,
Angry lad takes wild delight,
A savage, bringing them their night.
He kills for spite. He kills for spite.
But we need all our guns. Don't we?
Firearms from sea to shining sea
Pile them high, far as eye can see.
They make us free. They make us free.