Plastic Guns and Bullets - SUBB

Every body who’s ever mentioned

Short-term profits are the real world power

Were they listening?

Were they waiting

For the long awaited final hour?

Halo pictures, no wall to hang them

Let the wall street journal serve you breakfast

Invited people, don’t ask permission

To suck you dry, just your average blood-feast

Are we seeing the world?

We’re traveling on the welfare statements?

My concern to you all… You have trusted the people’s movement

Plastic guns & bullets

I owe fate to the young ones

Will they turn a profit or just behave?

And stop killing, killing each other

They take action as we’re digging our grave

Should there be no discomfort?

In the way men just abuse neighbor

Plastic guns, plastic bullets

Everything should work out that way