Powder-Fueled Death Machines
Words and music by:
Terry Hickman 25 Oct. 1993
Copyright (c) 1993
Intro with Am to G a few times
then do the F to E thing.
Dirge-like
Am G
Smith and Wesson's doing fine
F E
DuPont's cartel makes a killing.
Am G
For powder burning in death machines
F E
Ripping the fabric of the unwilling.
Smith and Wesson's stock is up
And DuPont just keeps on hiring
To put the powder in the death machines
And bury children when they stop firing.
Needed: People with no conscience
To make a small insignificant part.
Or powder to fuel the death machines
Vaporizing our beating hearts.
Wanted: Trauma-care doctors
For a big emergency facility
To salvage some of our loved-ones
Hit in our powder-fueled hostility.
Piss me off and then you die.
From our streets come these screams.
A wall of lead approaches
From our powder-fueled death machines.
Destruction is the only thing
That bullets can achieve.
No matter what they chance to hit,
Powder-driven holes are all they ever leave.
No matter what they chance to hit,
The whole is all bereaved.