340,100,001 Guns
There's at least this many guns In the good old US of A And why do we need them Is what I have to say Too many times they are Turned on each other Used to senselessly kill A sister or brother How many people out there Still hunt their own meat? They just go to the market For each tasty treat So why are there more guns Than there are people here? And if they were all gone one day Would we find it that queer?
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