Your sister's husband owns three guns
And I know we trust him, but I don't like guns
I don't think I'll ever touch one
Your sister's husband wants three suns
And I know we'd love them, but why three sons?
He wants an army of boys to run
But he'll find his way,
He's got an army of boys to raise
He's got an army of boys to haze
He'll find his way,
He's got his sons and his guns to weigh
He's got his sons and his guns to play
I'm 21 and I need new lungs
'Cuz I'm breathing smoke off Stan's new gun
And I act like I'm having fun
I'm 21 and I need new blood
'Cuz my DNA's been trained corrupt
But at least I'm aware I'm fucked
I'll find my way
We got a new generation to raise
We got a new generation to haze
I'll find my way
We got our sons and our guns to weigh
We got our sons and our guns to play
I am no messenger
We all are passengers
And we choose the lighter weight
Just close your eyes, it's a better taste
We'll find our way
We got a new generation to raise
We got a new generation to haze
We'll find our way
We got our sons and our guns to weigh
We got our sons and our guns to play
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