Automatic Rifle

The night I turned 25 it was legos on the floor

It seemed like a safe enough game

For a man to play with his daughter

An automatic rifle and a bullet

Through the window

And the troops are satisfied

That justice had been delivered

That was enough to set

The spark of a vision in another

18 years - 18 year old girl

To see herself a martyr

To keep up with the cycle

Of an automatic rifle

And a bullet through the window

And the troops were satisfied

That justice had been delivered

Close your eyes to the suns blinding light

A three story concrete house

And a steady paycheck

Cause open eyes will be

Infected with politics

And even a smart girl can end up

With a bomb strapped to her chest