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With All Due Respect to Mister Heston With all due respect to Mister Heston, it's guns that kill It's the sawed-off shotgun in that boy's bookbag ready to fire at will And while the schoolchildren scream our fearless leaders just sing la la la With all due respect to the 2nd Amendment, murder is not a right You don't need a semi-automatic handgun to end a fight And every time another falls, I wonder who's gonna grow the balls to say we've had enough With all due respect to the NRA, are you proud of what you've done? 'Cause when my brother-in-law took a bullet to the skull it came from a gun And not a brick, and not a board, and not a person's harshest word, but a gun With all due respect to Mister Heston and his cold, dead hands La la la Boombox Looking back on all those times when we were hand in hand Toe to toe, we were good to go with no lines drawn in the sand Like on the beach we were chin deep in the Gulf of Mexico I thought I'd always see your face there bobbing to and fro But I can't hold on to anything long enough to see it through And of all the ones that slipped through my fingers the hardest to hold was you But that was back in another century, back when we were young That was the time when I'd hear your voice if the telephone had rung But I can't hold on to anything long enough to see it through And of all the ones that slipped through my fingers the hardest to hold was you You won't find me on your front lawn boombox in the air Soon the day will come about when you won't find me anywhere Sunset When I was young I thought that love came easy Like storybooks where the beauty was sleeping Sound and still, waiting for the kiss To take her off into the sunset bliss But the years just seem to complicate As they pull their levers with their hands of hate And push my sunset further away I wonder if I will live to see the day When I can stand up and say I take you today You know what they say about love and marriage And all the weight that those words can carry It's an institution for the privileged kind It's the dictation of what ties can bind And if there's one thing that my eyes have seen It's that there's no such thing as normalcy It's not the law that makes a family But the way that I melt when you look at me That's why I make the claim That we are different and still exactly the same I've got no mind to destroy your family I've got no means to rewrite history But I've got more patience than Job could will I've got a ring and a finger and some time to kill Now we can shout about it 'til our throats are hoarse And we can fight about it to the highest court And we can shake our fists or we can beg and plead For a chance at that storybook sunset dream And I will fight to my grave If that's all it takes I will not bend, I will not sway Until that charming prince comes to save the day Indian Giver So you got caught with your red hand Pitching freedom from a stolen land A broken treaty and a broken trail With a broken tongue I'll tell no tales So let's bury the hatchet in the Black Hills The kind that's push push push until it breaks your will The kind that's take take take and then I'll take some more The kind that drills its face into your very core I said freedom is in the eye you see And Mt. Rushmore is looking down on me So you packed up your wagons and you headed out Planting potatoes and flags in the native ground You said the West would fall under any day You said that Six Grandfathers would not stand in your way And now we're living in the shadow of such noble men Those slave-driving genociding European kin They like to take what don't belong to them What don't belong to any man I said freedom is in the eye you see And Mt. Rushmore is looking down on me Kilcrease Road Hey you with the salty cheeks Why don't you come sit down with me Why don't you rest your weary head Who's gonna bless the newly dead Who made the rules that never bend Even when the scales seem your friend Who's gonna feed the hungry lamb Who's gonna hold her lonely hand Oh oh oh There's a half-drank beer on the front porch And a breaking heart just through the door Where's the place you once called home Where's the love she'll never know Kilcrease Road, a cloud of dust All these cars left out to rust A broken fence, a barking beast A shotgun shell lain at his feet Who made the rules that never bend Even when the scales seem your friend Who's gonna quench the vengeful thirst Would the world be any worse Oh oh oh So picture this inside a frame There are some things that will remain Like the shirt stretched across your chest Says baby I love you to death Kilcrease Road, a cloud of dust All these cars left out to rust A broken fence, a siren's wail What to do when it all fails Oh oh oh back |
