The man said it’s the hand that holds the gun
That is soley responsible once the shooting’s begun
But I beg to differ, if you please
When the trigger fingers used to squeeze
Belong to the hands of ones Oh so young
Oh so young, too young to die
In the land of plenty, so deprived
The tears ask an anguished why
Kids shoot kids, the bullets fly
Oh so young, too young to die
I say it’s in our hands to keep kids safe
We are wholly responsible for guns being in that place
And I beg of us, we’ve got to lead
A walk through our sad realities
And hold the hands of ones Oh so young
Oh so young, ours to protect
In the name of freedom, we reject
That guns can be shielded while
Kids shoot kids, Hollywood style
Oh so young, we must protect
© 1999
