Do You Want My Gun?
Do you want my gun, or do you want my life?
Do you want my gun, or do want my wife?
Do you want my gun, or do you want my store?
Do you want just my gun, or much, much more?
What is it you really want, I must ask myself,
For it is one of the few freedoms we have left.
Maybe itís something more political you seek
but canít accomplish unless we become weak.
I think of Hitler, Lenin, Stalin and the rest
Fooling the people that they knew best.
They traded their arms for hoes and staves,
They traded their freedom and ended up slaves.
When people can no longer defend their rights
Their days become filled with sleepless nights,
And soon their fears become much, much more
When the Secret Police knock at their door.
They took them from their family, and their home,
And without trial they locked them up alone.
No visitors, no place they could appeal,
For they were politically incorrect to party zeal.
Today the majority of us are not "politically correct"
And what do the liberals want us to put in check?
Thatís right, our guns, they want us to turn them in.
As long as we have guns socialism can not win!
Each day this Clinton thing denies our rights,
As he puts God loving people in his sights.
I will keep my gun, Iíll use it if I must
To defend my right to say In God I Trust!!
The foundation of this land of ours
Is now being threatened, and it may only be hours
Until God is completely removed from every part
And this country is stripped of itís very heart!
Today freedom of religion is no longer a "right"
Itís a battleground for which we must fight.
So if you ask me for my gun...the answer is... NO!
Try to take it and if there is a Hell, youíll know.