Welcome to Gunville - The Urge

He was twelve with a gun in his hand

He was small but he felt large

Now he could hold his head up high

Said I am taking charge of this life

I’m gonna shoot back when they pick on me

I’m gonna shoot back

Welcome to Gunville

Are we trigger happy or maybe trigger sad?

Empty the chambers a living body ain’t the same

As a picture in a frame

Go gold (?) still give her babies

One on the street and one at home

She hid the gun under the bed it was loaded

He didn’t know he was alone

You can’t take back it’s over

He’s not coming back he’s gone

Fear created violence

And violence means death

Life is gone and we’re proud of the blood we spill

Every day here in Gunville

Welcome to Gunville

Are we trigger happy

Man just trigger sad