Mamas pack their lunches, kiddies back their guns

Wishing it will go away, but nothing's getting done

A shot heard 'round the world, when a mother's baby dies

We the people, point our fingers, blame and wonder why

Face it and fight or turn high tail and run

'Til it comes back again just like the rising sun

Say they do all they can, it's just another lie

The answer's plain to see, nobody wants to try

There's no recess and no rules in the school of life

If you listen very closely you'll see what it's like

Have cool, will travel

Tell myself it ain't true, they just cannot see

Grown up or sewn up, the medicine's worse than the disease

I have cool, will travel

Here we go