Automatic Rifle

The night I turned twenty five 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

Eighteen years, eighteen 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