Verse:
Little Tommy comes home from school;
Got beat up , feels like a fool.
Mommy, Mommy, what can I do?
My eyes are black and my spirit is blue.

Chorus:
Listen son to what I have to say.
It don’t seem right but life is just that way.
Everyone carries a gun; could be their eyes, their fist,
Could even be their tongue.
You can stand your ground, son or you can run;
But everyone carries a gun.

Verse:
They will shoot you down so they can feel above.
Defend yourself, or you’ll be undone.
Think it through; it will come to you.
Obi-Wan and the force is with you.

Chorus:
Listen son to what I have to say.
It don’t seem right but life is just that way.
Everyone carries a gun; could be their eyes, their fist,
Could even be their tongue.
You can stand your ground son or you can run;
But everyone carries a gun.

Verse:
Life can be so humbling.
When you’re riding high and you take a low blow.
Don’t think you’re feeling something new.
We all know how that story goes.

Chorus:
Listen son to what I have to say.
It don’t seem right but life is just that way.
Everyone carries a gun; could be their eyes, their fist,
Could even be their tongue.
You can stand your ground, son or you can run;
But everyone carries a gun.

Word & music by Tricia Henning