Whatever happened to our peaceful old suburbia
The media flood our TV screens with the scenes of mass hysteria
He seemed to come out of nowhere with a fistful of firefight
Nobody knew him, sure as hell they will tonight
And now the school boy turns up with a t-t-t-t-tommy gun
It's the state of America, it's just another one of your sons
And now the school boy turns up with a t-t-t-t-tommy gun
And all the fear and the anarchy, it's just another one of your sons
Whatever happend to our women having power over their own voice
You strip them bare and leave them naked and you take away their right of choice
Your modern slave trade raising boys just like the good old days
Respect our women, raise our children to the dangers of the cults they praise
And now the school boy turns up with a t-t-t-t-tommy gun
It's the state of America, it's just another one of your sons
And now the school boy turns up with a t-t-t-t-tommy gun
And all the fear and the anarchy, it's just another one of your sons
Nothing changes, nothing stays
Same old story as yesterday
Tell me are you proud of your prodigal son
To the rest of the world, he's a son of a gun
And still the school boy turns up with a t-t-t-t-tommy gun
It's the state of America, it's just another one of your sons
The school boy turns up with a t-t-t-t-tommy gun
And all the fear and the anarchy, it's just another one of your sons