It was the Spring of 1999, we heard the news of Columbine... we were children
We walked the hallways terrified, the years went by, more victims died, more children
Now another one and another one and another one, and another one
Loaded gun, a gun, a gun, another one, and another one
Now we're older, wiser, now, us children have our own children now, and we're angry
Displayed upon your pretty shelf, the weapons you need to protect yourself
As the faces flash across the TV screen of innocent lives lost in tragedy
Oh, can't you feel and can't you see... enough is enough, enough is enough, enough is enough
Oh when is enough to bleed...
The children
The children
The children
Now another one and another one and another one, and another one
Loaded gun, a gun, a gun, another one, and another one
You say Jesus died for all your sins, but you won't give up your ammunition... for the children