Gods, Guns and Gays

Colour me a history of European blood Make sure you don’t cross the line and step into the mud On the list of shortages you’ll find brotherly love People tell me not to waste my time before the flood I strain my eyes to look into the haze It’s hard to see more than gods, guns, and gays Must be something more to life than lighting up a joint Trace for me a picture of old masters to a point Make sure that you’re not standing on the vanishing point I hope against Hope it’s only a phase That they’ll grow out of Their gods, guns, and gays Gods, guns, and gays Gods and guns Guns and gays [Vocalizing] Da da-da da da-da da da Da da da-da-da Da da-da da da-da da da Da da da-da-da Sifting through the sands of time to see what will remain Will the birds be singing still after dragons are slain? Diamonds or gold what will be the new craze After the passing of gods, guns, and gays Gods, guns, and gays Gods and guns Guns and gays [Guitar solo] Gods, guns, and gays Gods and guns Guns and gays [Guitar solo] Gods, guns, and gays Gods and guns Guns and gays [Vocalizing] Da da-da da da-da da da Da da da-da-da Da da-da da da-da da da Da da da-da-da