Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating   They're polishing the luga facsimiles   The little kids grow up imitating   Cowboys shoot indians before puberty   Don't get me to the battle on time   I'd be useless in the front line   Don't point that thing at me   You know I'm scared of guns      You can argue, say it's harmless   In the nightmare fairground gallery   We're all under pain of death   To keel right over gracefully   I ached to be a uniform man   And toss that baton in a marching band   Don't point that thing at me   You know I'm scared of guns      I'm scared of guns, they're out of your hands   I'm scared of guns, they might go bang   I'm scared of guns, hey joe, they're out of control   I'm scared of guns, fear eat the soul   Don't shoot me      I wanna put flowers in the barrels   Like the famous photo, understand   That I'd rather get hit on the head   That hold cold metal in my hand   The new arrival, the latest addition   The little boys running out of ammunition   Don't point that thing at me   You know I'm scared of guns