Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Son of a Gun , by - cLOUDDEAD. Release date: 15.03.2004
Song language: English
Son of a Gun |
| Dying men keep rifles in cello cases, |
| Known with a beer as the deer eraser. |
| They dress their boys in bright orange |
| And leave their daughters at home, |
| Stripping meat, stretching skin for their musical men. |
| The makers of guns will never go hungry. |
| The makers of guns will never fill up. |
| May their children always play murder weapon since stick. |
| Abraham Lincoln never got offed |
| Because it wasn’t on the television… |
| And that’s all he got, |
| Was his foot background in a tourist’s shot, |
| And his face framed by those old roman leaves, |
| Dead-center on the front of a five spot. |
| Abraham Lincoln jumped the gun. |
| Julio Caesar jumped the gun. |
| Emilio Zapata jumped the gun. |
| Tupac and Biggie jumped the gun. |
| Jesus Christo jumped the gun. |
| Malcolm X jumped the gun. |
| Mahatma Gandhi jumped the gun. |
| Joan of Arc jumped the gun. |
| Martin Luther King jumped the gun. |
| John F. Kennedy jumped the gun. |
| G-Dubyu might just jump the gun. |
| John Lennon jumped the gun. |