Nüguns

And the little boy stared

Into the eyes of the night

Button collects price of his time

Little girl glared

Sheets of denial

Bullet connects to the price of her crime

What have we said

Wasn't it their bed

What of presence

Haven't we paid penance

To the new guns

Now the little boy sees

Through the eyes of delight

Levers erect note of his rhyme

Little girl bled

Sheets of the night

Lovers connect to the price of his dime

What have we said

Wasn't it their bed

What of presence

Haven't we paid penance

To the new guns

to the new guns

What have we said

Wasn't it their bed

What of presence

Haven't we paid penance

What have we said

Wasn't it their bed

What of presence

Haven't we paid penance

To the new guns

to the new guns

(Background:

To the old gods and moved on

To the old gods and moved on

To the old gods and moved on)

To you!