Guns (are for *******) 311

Here comes the thunder down under
We're natural wonders
Night falls when we leave
All you feel's the hunger
Sunrises, people of all shapes and sizes
Dig on the decade, realize it's funky
No matter, this rude boy still got that swagger
My ears have heard all these crews but we're badder
Interracial, special, positive beings
I am I be a cool awakening
It's gettin' hectic, the metrics, the body electric
Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses
This is the city we've reached, we've come to
Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves
All the lights are red, all the poets dead
A familiar nightmare appears in my head
Times are a-changin', myself, I'm rearrangin'
Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve all blazin'

(Born to act out)
Paranoid with a gat
(Born to act out)
Think you know where it's at
(Born to act out)
But you're lookin' like a sissy
(Born to act out)
Guns are for pussies