Gimme Grenades Days N' Daze

It’s Hypocritical
The Outlook is cynical for the human race
Still we’re making weapons
To lull ourselves into deaths embrace
The safety’s always off
When the gun is loaded and in your face
Someone’s in a bad mood
And you took their fuckin’ parking space
Triggers fill your head
Bullets kill you dead
Still in every city on earth
The streets are painted red
With all our guns and knives
We’ll take each others lives
Children are neglected because
Their parents are busy pickin’ sides

[Chorus]
Gimme grenades, 
AKs
I’d settle for an RPG
When there’s noone left to save
And no one misbehaves
We’ll continue
On this wicked trend of tragedy
Gimme grenades, AKs
I’d settle for RPG
Try to save but kill and maim
Engulfed by this tragic 
sense of irony