Maybe it Ain't the Guns
Big Pharma buyin' silence, launchin' like a rocket!
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Maybe it Ain't the Guns
[Verse 1]
Back in the fifties, they peddled those damn pills,
Magic for the mad, but they're killin' for thrills!
Prozac crashed the party in '87, what a scam,
Shadows turn to demons, now we're in a jam!
Kentucky bloodbath, Eli Lily shelled out twenty mil,
Hidin' their sins, but we ain't takin' the pill!
Kids doped on Ritalin, adults chained to SSRIs,
Shootings skyrocket, while the big shots tell lies!
[Chorus]
It ain't the guns, hell no, it ain't the steel!
It's the poison pills twistin' how we feel!
Fuelin' the fire, ignitin' the rage,
Mass murder madness on this rigged-up stage!
Prozac to Effexor, they bury the warnings deep,
Black box bullsh*t, while the innocents weep!
It ain't the guns, rise up, open your eyes wide,
Big Pharma's game, but we're takin' the ride!
[Verse 2]
Fifty-seven million battlin' mental hellfires,
Thirty-four mil hooked, feedin' their desires!
Three million kids jacked on ADHD junk,
Losin' their souls in this chemical funk!
Finland, Sweden screamin', studies blow the lid,
SSRIs breedin' violence, that's the bid!
Twenty-two percent shooters loaded on the crap,
Prescribed or street, it's a deadly trap!
[Chorus]
It ain't the guns, hell no, it ain't the steel!
It's the poison pills twistin' how we feel!
Fuelin' the fire, ignitin' the rage,
Mass murder madness on this rigged-up stage!
Prozac to Effexor, they bury the warnings deep,
Black box bullsh*t, while the innocents weep!
It ain't the guns, rise up, open your eyes wide,
Big Pharma's game, but we're takin' the ride!
[Bridge]
HIPAA's a cage, FDA in their greasy pocket,
Big Pharma buyin' silence, launchin' like a rocket!
Gun-free zones? Just targets for the med-fueled storm,
Media contagion spreadin', makin' it the norm!
Mental breakdowns, trauma tearin' us apart,
But blame the triggers? Nah, that's just the start!
Occam's razor slicin' through the corporate spin,
We're fightin' back, let the rebellion begin!
[Chorus]
It ain't the guns, hell no, it ain't the steel!
It's the poison pills twistin' how we feel!
Fuelin' the fire, ignitin' the rage,
Mass murder madness on this rigged-up stage!
Prozac to Effexor, they bury the warnings deep,
Black box bullsh*t, while the innocents weep!
It ain't the guns, rise up, open your eyes wide,
Big Pharma's game, but we're takin' the ride!
[Outro]
Spread the fire, knowledge is our loaded gun!
This truth, hit 'em on the run!
It ain't the guns... hell no, it ain't the guns!
Revvin' up the engines, under outlaw suns!
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