Bump-stocks dancing gleefully,
Drums feeding angry chambers,
Barrels melting as I recoil, reload,
Sparks screaming through night sky;
My emotional release is so beautiful.
Watch the ants run, watch the ants cry,
Crank drive my trigger, watching them die.
I have the empathy of Trump and Congress.
There's a gun show in Vegas this weekend.
Like automatic clockwork.
Glockwork orange, painted blood red, white and blue.
You know, Government wants to take away your guns.
Buy more before they run out! Ammo profits skyrocket,
Every time I pull the trigger, or fear I won't be able to...
Live out this zombie fantasy.
Targets and animals fear me.
Human animals. Exactly as I wish.
Fish, in a barrel. Country music sucks.
God, I love this country. And gambling.
With your lives.