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I swear by Almighty God
To tell the whole truth
And nothing but the truth

Guns guns
They torture all the women and children
Then they've put the men to the gun
'Cos across the human frontier
Freedom's always on the run

Guns guns a-shaking in terror
Guns guns killing in error
Guns guns guilty hands
Guns guns shatter the lands

A system built by the sweat of the many
Creates assassins to kill off the few
Take any place and call it a court house
This is a place where no judge can stand

Sue the lawyers and burn all the papers
Unlock the key of the legal papers
A jury of a billion faces
Shouted out condemned out of hand

Guns guns, and nobody's kidding
Guns guns, or foolin' around
Guns guns, the violence is singing
Guns guns, a silence the sound

'N I Iike to be in Aferica
A-beatin' on the final drum
'N I like to be in U.S.S.R.
Makin' sure these things will come
'N I like to be in U.S.A.
Pretending that the wars are done
'N I like to be in Europa
Saying goodbye to everyone

Guns guns there's guns on the roof
Guns guns they're made to shoot
I swear by Almighty God   To tell the whole truth   And nothing but the truth      Guns guns   They torture all the women and children   Then they've put the men to the gun   'Cos across the human frontier   Freedom's always on the run      Guns guns a-shaking in terror   Guns guns killing in error   Guns guns guilty hands   Guns guns shatter the lands      A system built by the sweat of the many   Creates assassins to kill off the few   Take any place and call it a court house   This is a place where no judge can stand      Sue the lawyers and burn all the papers   Unlock the key of the legal papers   A jury of a billion faces   Shouted out condemned out of hand      Guns guns, and nobody's kidding   Guns guns, or foolin' around   Guns guns, the violence is singing   Guns guns, a silence the sound      'N I Iike to be in Aferica   A-beatin' on the final drum   'N I like to be in U.S.S.R.   Makin' sure these things will come   'N I like to be in U.S.A.   Pretending that the wars are done   'N I like to be in Europa   Saying goodbye to everyone      Guns guns there's guns on the roof   Guns guns they're made to shoot