Driving for work in the distance I see
Our flag at half mast a waft in the breeze
Thinking dead kids… dead kids… dead kids…
American guns make the world sigh and frown
Yet nothing is done while old glory comes down
Whispering dead kids… dead kids... dead kids…
The blood handed GOP sends thoughts and prayers
Limp Star Spangled Banner only half in the air
Crying dead kids… dead kids… dead kids…
They serve up our kids on an alter of greed
While our flag flies half staff o’er the land of the free
Screaming dead kids… dead kids… dead kids...