"Louder Than Guns" lyrics

"Louder Than Guns"

Woke up this morning
It was Groundhog Day
I saw the same black veil on a crying face
And a flag hanging halfways
This time it was people I know
Gunned down in a minute or so
Only God knows when it'll stop
But thoughts and prayers ain't enough

Louder than guns more powerful than bullets flying
Is the voice rising up saying it's about time
To put the last nail in the coffin
Put the last body in the ground
Callin' on everytown shout
Louder than guns

There's a law on a dusty scroll from a feather pen
Says everyman's right to defend shall not be infringed
Well this time I don't agree
Any man should have his own army
More than an American child to live in sweet harmony

Louder than guns more powerful than bullets flying
Is the voice rising up saying it's about time
To put the last nail in the coffin
Put the last body in the ground
Callin' on everytown shout
Louder than guns

I don't wanna wake up on another Groundhog Day
Well, I don't wanna hear another rat a tat tat echo down the hallway
No, freedoms just another word
For letting every voice be heard
Every heart and every hand
Everytown take a stand

Louder than guns more powerful than bullets flying
Is the voice rising up saying it's about damn time
To put the last nail in the coffin
Put the last body in the ground
Callin' on everytown shout
Louder than guns

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Writer(s): Michael Harris, Ketch Secor
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