Cars are made to drive people around
Race each other cross town
Or for making out in when you're young
Cans are made for soda and soup and lemonade
Drinking beer out of a hot day
Or for freebasing crack and cocain
Paper is made to write stuff on
And I love you or I'll be gone
Newspapers, books are good for you
Isolation when the roof falls off yeah
Beds are made for sleeping the day away
Or making kids in when you're on holiday
To dream your dreams in while getting your beauty sleep
Or hiding under if you're scared of monsters
But guns are made to kill people
To kill people
To kill people
And bombs are made to kill people
To kill people
To kill people
If there is a god I know we let her down
This can't be what she planned
This can't be what she planned
Someday they'll send their planes and drop all the bombs at once
And turn this planet into a new born sun
Take your guns and see if they work for you
As isolation when the skies falls off, yeah
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