American Guns - Transplants

30 ought, buck shot

12 gauge, is sure shot

American guns, American guns

30 ought, buck shot

12 gauge, is sure shot

American guns, American guns

(Tim)

Well, drop more, two million tons

Ho Chi Minh’s trail was sprayed with bombs

Jungles of Laos, knew all along

That the American war would finally come

America, land of the free

Provayer and leaders of democracy

Debauchery, luxury

Bacchanalia’s alright to be

(Rob)

Nah, I won’t listen because I’ve only been lied to

I got a few common enemies and still I despise you

It’s a cold mission, they pull up beside you

In your own territory, and leave something inside you

A wise man once told me: «People are strange»

I’m a stranger in a strange land, strange as the days

Yeah I’m nice with the grouping, I stay at the range

38 to the 40 cal, A to the K