Seems to me it's just as plain as please

It's plastered the news

Cause every day there's a new display

Of cannons come loose



Once was tough, two's a called bluff, three's enough's enough

Four was cruel, five's a dead school, six is like they're gunning for you



So tell me this, when the spirit slips

And can't hardly stand

What will it grasp if it falls too fast

I hope just a hand



But if not, if the shell's shocked, if there's no angels near

If fury finds that in the chambered mind, there's just bullets and steel



So blame the guns or blame the crazy ones

It's almost the same

Cause in the home of the free and brave

These tools are insane



The best dirt on the free earth and we can't shake our pride

We're two sides of a mudslide, and we're both buried alive



So tell me now, tell me anyhow

When will it end?

Cause every time it's a friend of mine

The ghosts and the men



It seems to me it's just as plain as please