I read a brand new paper
The man who had a thousand guns
Lived in the southern States
Well away from everyone, felt it wasn't safe
Even in the southern States

 I read a brand new paper
Walking down my own street
The man with a thousand guns
Has taken to his feet, felt it wasn't safe
Even in the southern States

 He thought that he might die
What was he frightened by?
Anyone with a gun
Well, every stranger's danger
Everybody has one
But alone and hungry
He couldn't eat his guns

 I watched my television
Sitting on the floor
The window man was watching
Me and a million more, he had read the news
Someone's getting the Jews

 He thought that we might die
He wasn't frightened-why?
Everyone has a bomb
It's a passing danger
Or so he said
Everybody has one
Courtesy of Jack the lad