Lyrics:

Our apparent saviors have placed arms and ammunition
Directly into the hands of demons of the south

They've molded a gunrunning scandal
So inflammatory it makes one nauseous at the mouth
Their personal formulation
To smother a weakening second amendment
An immense fraud!
Fair millions of malignant imaginations
To sit, watch, cheer and applaud!

Our tombstone are stepping stones
In this struggle for control
Our tombstone are stepping stones
In this struggle for control

A failed concocted plan
For the veiled executioner's throne of blood
Opening the ignorant gates,
Let loose of this fear mongering flood

Our tombstones are stepping stones
In this struggle for control

A failed concocted plan
For the veiled executioner's throne of blood
Opening the ignorant gates,
Let loose of this fear mongering flood

Our apparent savior's have placed arms and ammunition
Directly into the hands of demon's of the south
They've molded gunrunnging a scandal
So inflammatory makes one nauseous at the mouth

Our tombstone are stepping stones
In this struggle for control
Our tombstone are stepping stones
In this struggle for control