Lyrics

PLAY WITH GUNS

Flintstones on, kids have the TV blaring way too loud.
Patience gone, Daddy's yelling, "Turn that volume down!"
Grabs his gun, he shoots 'em dead.
Thank God he aimed at Barney and Fred.
Puts the pistol under his bed.
Telling his two young sons,
Don't play with guns.

Hide and seek, Jimmy and Johnny play all afternoon.
Take a peek, look at what I found in Daddy's room.
Pulling the trigger, what will they get?
Nobody wins at Russian Roulette.
The one that's left will try to forget.
Easier said than done,
Don't play with guns.

Play with guns.
You can take your chances.
Wouldn't bet too much, odds for you are slim and none.
Have some fun,
And the only catch is,
It's impossible, impossible,
To play with guns.


In D.C., politicians' pockets overflow.
Seems to me, Constitution's just a puppet show.
Second Amendment over the top.
Average Joe packs more than a cop.
When will the madness finally stop?
It's already too late for some.
Who played with guns.


It's impossible . . . to play with guns.
It's impossible . . . to play with guns.
It's impossible . . . to play with guns.