Mamas pack their lunches, kiddies back their guns
Wishing it will go away, but nothing´s getting done
A shot heard ´round the world, when a mother´s baby dies
We the people, point our fingers, blame and wonder why

Face it and fight or turn high tail and run
´Til it comes back again just like the rising sun
Say they do all they can, it´s just another lie
The answer´s plain to see, nobody wants to try

There´s no recess and no rules in the school of life
If you listen very closely you´ll see what it´s like
Have cool, will travel

Tell myself it ain´t true, they just cannot see
Grown up or sewn up, the medicine´s worse than the disease
I have cool, will travel
Here we go