I don’t care about the motive
I don’t need to understand the mind of a killer
There’s sixteen thousand motives
25 million deranged minds
I don’t need to retrace his steps
Or where he got his weapons at
I don’t need to read his
Tenth grade journal

Take the guns
Take the guns away
Take the guns away

I don’t need your theories
Of when and why and how
I don’t need your prayers
Unless you’re gonna do something about it
I don’t need the neighbors’ thoughts
The former girlfriend’s cellphone records
I don’t need some congressman
Who still needs more information

Take the guns
Take the guns away
Take the guns away

Everytime I go outside
I plan my escape route
This is not the way to live
If your amendment bleeds
On my life and liberty
Ooh, something’s got to give

Don’t need no more images
Of blood and glass and violence
Don’t need no more movies
Of snipers and assassins
Twisted logic, tortured souls
Beautiful lives into black holes
Military culture, weapons porn
Livin in fear since the day you were born

Take the guns
Take the guns away
Take the guns away

(lyrics: Dan Bern)