Gun, gun, who sold the gun?
Gun, gun, who?
You had to take them all with you
I guess you might have meant to live
But after all the mess you realized
You're just another lonely kid
With a fucked up little endgame
From some video arcade
An d a semi -automatic
from the man down the street
There's a candy
store in heaven
Selling out of every pleasure
An d a higher hall of learning
Filled with kids forever yearning
And rock shows for all ages
Vans a -playin' Rock of Ages
I guess we made you famous
Cause we're just as fucked up, yeah
We got our name on every tote bag
Of everything that is good
And we got bombs by the busload
In every corner of the world
So many messes we can't clean up
Wars for every boy and girl
There's a candy store
in heaven
Selling out of every pleasure
And a higher hall of learning
Filled with kids who'll
be ever yearning
And rock shows for all ages
Fans are playing rock of ages
Bombs are blowing over Baghdad
on the day that you were born
Marketplace of bodies to
share our cemetery songs
300 ,000 children march
ing off to wars
Funded by our government for
their dirty warlords
just man, I'm just a lonely man
See you're just one in a long line
You're not so lonely after all
And I guess we made you famous
Cause we're just as fucked up, yeah
We're just as fucked up, yeah
Cause we're just as fucked up