The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

When The Cambrian Measures Were Forming, They Promised Perpetual Peace. They Swore, If We Gave Them Our Weapons, That The Wars Of The Tribes Would Cease. But When We Disarmed They Sold Us, And Delivered Us, Bound, To Our Foe, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings Said: "stick To The Devil You Know."

Who Has Smelled The Woodsmoke At Twilight, Who Has Seen The Campfire Burning, Who Is Quick To Read The Noises Of The Night?

I've Just Read That I Am Dead. Don't Forget To Delete Me From Your List Of Subscribers.

Politics Are Not My Concern.... They Impressed Me As A Dog's Life Without A Dog's Decencies.