Luke A, Fink

Tumble






Encased in brass
Tumble and tumble
Goes the lead
Drops one down
Another one dead
Keep on shooting
Just for the thrill
Not a moment
Ever to soon
For overkill
Listen too mothers
Crying over sons
Who started shooting?
With their guns
Don't ask me why
I don't like to lie
Lock and load again
So you better beware
Living life for the moment
Receives many glassy stares

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