March 2009


You’ve got all the armies, you’ve got all the arms
you’ve got all the armories
The harbor’s blockaded, the streets barricaded
every thought is under lock and key
There’s an idea rising that you can’t detect
from the same poor souls you claim to protect
There’s a violent burning hatred in every mothers son
you better watch out, ‘cause johnny’s got a gun
— Dead Moon, Johnny’s Got A Gun*

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