Hang something on on me
Give me something that shines
I want to giltter with silver and gold
No matter what it is
So long as it is festive and pleasing to you
I don't understand why
People are getting so mighty and high
Over something you gave me
An ornament of a glitter gun
Hung so neatly and care free
What this is is not violence but comedy
Or parady thereof
Gliter gun hangs on me
Oh how it shines
But it blinds the eyes of many
Stirs memories of lost loves
Stirs the hurt and pain the bullets caused
BUt my glitter gun did none of this
Just check the first amendment
My glitter gun has become a symbol
One of comedy, one of lobbist pain
But on the second I see hypocrites lined in front of the door
Protesting this so called symbol of crime
Yet many have across their neck and on their body
A symbol of something far more cruel an worse
It was never their cross to bear
But they wear it like it's something to be glorified
Men died in days of anguish and pain
Atleast my counterpart ends it fast and true
I don't want to make light of any of your tragedy
I don't want you to feel any more pain
But I expect you to do the same
Display your crossed 2x4's
My ancestor's cut in thier prime
To serve a sinister cause
Blood red their flesh did run
But their symbol is something you wear
And I accept this from you
Let me wear my glitter gun that means no harm to you
And on the day the masses come to me and celebrate
They'll look and be amazed with all that I've been adorned with
Lovely lights, silver and gold
And maybe more than one
Of my precious glitter guns