| You’ve crushed the resistence before it’s begun
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| silenced the voices who’ve dared to confront
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| laying your hands upon all that you rule
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| becoming the man who you overtrew
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| now you better watch out
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| 'cause johnny’s got a gun
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| you’ve got all the armies, you’ve got all the arms
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| you’ve got all the armories
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| the harbor’s blockaded, the streets barricaded
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| every thought is under lock and key
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| there’s an idea rising that you can’t detect
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| from the same poor souls you claim to protect
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| there’s a violent burning hatred in every mothers son
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| you better watch out, 'cause johnny’s got a gun
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| you’ve anchored your warships, cleared all the airstrips
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| readied the seeds to decay
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| stolen the youth to fill ranks in your troops
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| keeping rebellion at bay
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| the fathers before you who now line the graves
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| are being remembered before it’s too late
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| and their sons you call rebels are coming one
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| you better watch out, 'cause johnny’s got a gun
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| the hour’s upon you, the past will soon haunt you
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| yesterday becomes today
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| the helpless, the hopeless, the lost ones, the homeless
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| the weak can afford to be brave
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| there’s only much a poor man can take
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| before he no longer fears making mistakes
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| if dying’s the answer, then dying be done
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| you better watch out, 'cause johnny’s got a gun
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| They’ve come from the country, the city and shore
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| they’ve come from the wind and the rain
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| the come from the fires who’s ashes are cold
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| they come from the desert and snow
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| they fear they’ll be dying but more than that fear
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| the cries of oppression that no ears can hear
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| until every last rebel surrenders or runs
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| you better watch out, 'cause johnny’s got a gun |