Oh, little Billy's got a gun
Little Billy's having fun
Shooting bottles on the wall
Dreams the hero come home from war
Is this real? Is this make-believe?
We think we know how everything's supposed to be
Like a train blowing full steam ahead
Can't hear what you're saying with everybody screaming
I'm afraid, can't lie
Mama said, "Baby, don't you cry
In the dark, be the light
Don't let go, baby, hold on tight"
To believe is blind
Don't sacrifice another child
It's not black and white
'Less you're looking through a madman's eyes
The truth might not be crystal clear
But if might is right, there's no room for love in here
Pray to God and hope he's listening
Man with a gun brings the demons in
Oh, we live as if our hands are tied
Is it really so hard to do what we know is right
To protect the things that we hold dear?
Must we do things that we should never forgive?
I'm afraid, can't lie
Mama said, "Baby, don't you cry
In the dark, be the light
Don't let go, baby, hold on tight"
To believe is blind
Don't sacrifice another child
It's not black and white
'Less you're looking through a madman's eyes
Run and hide, don't ask why
Nobody wants to see the look in his eyes
When it's too late to untwist the mind
How do we face hatred with the love inside us?
I'm afraid, can't lie
Mama said, "Baby, don't you cry
In the dark, be the light
Don't let go, baby, hold on tight"
To believe is blind
Don't sacrifice another child
It's not black and white
'Less you're looking through a madman's eyes
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