He was a boy with a broken machine

Born from a distant American dream

He was a child with a machine gun

Killing everybody just for fun



He was a boy with a broken machine

Born from a distant American dream

He was a child with a machine gun

Killing everybody just for fun

He saw Jesus on his way home

He wonders

Why is Jesus always alone?

The boy looked straight in his eyes

And asked him…



Can you play dead?

Can you help me out?

I need to shoot somebody now