I read a brand new paper
About a man who had a thousand guns
Lived in the Southern States
Ran away from everyone
Felt it wasn´t safe
Even in the Southern States

I read a brand new paper
Walking down my own street
The man with a thousand guns
Has taken to his feet
He felt it wasn´t safe
Even in the Southern States

He thought that he might die
But was he frightened by
Anyone with a gun?
Well, every stranger´s danger
Everybody has one
But alone and hungry
He couldn´t eat his.....
Guns

I watched my television
Sitting on the floor
The window man was watching
Me and a million more
He read me the news
Someone´s getting abused

He thought that we might die
He wasn´t frightened why
Everyone has a bomb
It´s a passing danger
Or so he said
Everybody has one
Care to see or just wait
(That´s just great)