What kind of respect can be got
By a gun and a lot
Forcing, bending to your will
And you grow weaker still
What have you got
With your lot
More and still
You haven’t got
Quite a lot
Dignity
Friends
Self- respect
What can you expect
When forced the world
To give you what they’ve got
Damaged still
And now you’ve brought
Enemies
To lie upon your window sill
Friends you thought
Have called the cops
To see you down
Right from the top
They’ll see you stopped
For your gun
Is damaged still
When insane
Greedy lust
You’ve brought it on
This lot of brawn
Unto your face
You have disgraced
Disgruntled still
And will you still
Want it down
This friend you thought
You fired on?
tim. (c)
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