Dad's Gun

Weekday, schoolday
Gotta be in class, but I want to stay home
Somehow school crowds drive me nuts
I can’t stand the sound of laughter
All the noise they make
Perhaps it’s time to take a break
Well I bet with my daddy’s gun
After lunch, we can have some fun
My dad, he’s not bad
He keeps his gun in our bicycle shed
He told me not to touch his gun, no matter what
I’m gonna do what I might regret
But a tiny little voice inside my head says
Don’t pay no attention to the teacher, politely asking you to
Hold on, hold on
I’m begging you please not to use dad’s gun
Hold on, hold on
These kids at school never done you wrong
Hold on, hold on
You better think twice fore you carry on
I’m begging you again not to use dad’s gun
You may say
Okay, this boy really needs to be put away
That said, it’s too bad, he doesn’t give a shit about life or death
In this country, everyone’s allowed to buy a deadly gun
So don’t put the blame on me
Cos I haven’t got a clue why you’re asking me to
Hold on, hold on
I’m begging you please not to use dad’s gun
Hold on, hold on
These kids at school never done you wrong
Hold on, hold on
You better think twice fore you carry on
I’m begging you again not to use dad’s gun
In this country, everyone’s allowed to buy a deadly gun
So don’t put the blame on me
It doesn’t make sense when you’re asking me to
Hold on, hold on
I’m begging you please not to use dad’s gun
Hold on, hold on
These kids at school never done you wrong
Hold on, hold on
You better think twice fore you carry on
I’m begging you again not to use dad’s gun