My Cold Dead Hands - Hatriot

Punish all politicians

Condemn all of their greed

Defend the rights our liberties

Sacrificed disease

Never will we let them take our guns away

Maybe in a foreign land

But not in the USA

Face down dead on the ground a killer is walking away

People kill, bullets don’t, so the fact remains

Death’s face shares a twist if you’re not prepared

Safety’s off, lock and load, see no longer scared

Freedoms of a country written long ago

Should not ever modify, the rights that we now own

Execution homicide, and gun related crimes

Are casualties of laws that bleed right to blinded eyes

Who oh oh

American Phenomenon

Everybody’s got a gun

American Phenomenon

Kill somebody with a gun

I’d rather be a criminal

Then give up on the hunt

The President himself should know

Our wars are fought and won

That would not be possible without

The M-16 fully locked, and bullets stocked

A bloody battle scene

Who oh oh

Let this be a lesson learned

That freedom isn’t free

The fathers of this land of ours

Gave life for liberty

So give old Uncle Ted a shout

And join the NRA

Adrenalize your hunting size

From small to the extreme

From my cold dead hands

You may not succeed

From my cold dead hands

Is the only way you’ll take it from me