Sarah Gets Her Gun

There's a white hot forget me not feeling in the air  That us good folks got cheated cause the game was unfair   G  C Am D
And we need more than a wish, more than a prayer  It's more like a war simmering, still undeclared
And there's anger out there in the woods  And round coffee shop tables in rough neighborhoods
All freeform and floating, like a bomb it keeps ticking  Righteously retro and ripe for the picking
Along comes a beautiful black widow spider  Sprung forth fully grown from the great Decider
Deep in yr heart you know she's the Right  Blown up to Imax on amateur night  (double time)
But some hearts beat to a different drummer  And maybe they want their own long, hot summer
And maybe they'll get to win this one  When Sarah gets her gun   C                D    G

When Sarah gets her gun      G   C   Am D
We're gonna take our country back to 1961
We're gonna shut down the faggots and save the State
W/the power of stupidity and fear and hate
And force feed the truth to everyone    C               D  When Sarah gets her gun

There's a lily white, borne of fright feeling in the air  That us good folks have had it and we don't care    G   C   Am   D
About the sick and the poor who demand their fair share From the California barrios to Washington Square
And there's weeping in libraries throughout the land  For a new generation that fails to understand  (double time)
How they're being exploited by the ones they idolize  Just because they have beautiful eyes
It'll be like Sherman's march to Washington  When Sarah gets her gun . . .  C           D    G


(from the CD  "Sarah Gets Her Gun")