Straight Edge - 52,447 Lives Later текст песни

Every single day
A thousand graves are created
It's all because of the natives
Every second lived in
A thousand bodies are broke
Because of the common folk
Pride in doom weapons
Carry them around
It's alright
As long as no one hits the ground
Hits the ground...
Still it's legal
To risk others lives
Causing pain
upholding the lies
We could live with out them if
Only we could see
We wouldn't have to doubt them
If they would protect our destiny
Bodies in wooden baskets
If not lying in a casket
Suicides, homicides
All because of "freedom"
Tell me it's freedom when
You're in your casket of freedom
All because of guns