(with apologies to The Clash)
Verse 1
Freedom they shout — as the kids hit the floor,
Prayers on the screen — but there’s blood on the door.
Pearls in their fists — while they cover the truth,
We’re dying below — with guns on the roof.
Chorus
Guns on the roof!
Guns on the roof!
Verse 2
Crowds in the streets — and they’re breaking down doors,
Signs in the air — and they’re calling for war.
Shoppers and schools — all the headlines repeat,
Blood in the aisles — and guns on the street.
Chorus
Guns on the roof!
Guns on the roof!
Verse 3
Leaders all grin — with their hands on the cash,
Thoughts and their prayers — as the cameras flash.
The right blames the left — and the left blames the right,
No one is innocent — and you’re in their sights.
Chorus (extended)
Guns on the roof!
Guns on the roof!
Guns on the roof!
Guns on the roof!
