Below are the lyrics to the song "Red Crayons" by Bill McIver, guitarist and songwriter.You can go HERE to hear the song and purchase it. I hope you will. As stated on his page:
All proceeds from online sales of "Red Crayons" will be donated to the non-profit group "Sandy Hook Promise," which is trying to bring about sensible gun legislation in the United States.
Thank you, Bill, for supporting common sense gun legislation.
Red Crayons
written by Bill McIver © 2012, All rights reserved
Armed with innocence, armed with crayons
Blunt-tip scissors in small hands
Cut construction paper and paste
Will something be constructed or will it be waste?
Little jackets on hooks, drawings on walls
Empty metal jackets lay heavy in the halls
Books are unread behind closed doors
Empty magazines are spread on the floors
Fight baby tooth and nail to hold that glock
Shout “arm the teachers” nevermind the chalk
Let no gun or slug be thought restricted
If I loved a drug as much you'd call me addicted
Fill malls and cinemas and schools with police
Slow creep of the State’s ok so you can keep a piece
Fill the holsters, sword the sheaths
True freedom and safety means we’re armed to the teeth
Can’t yell fire in a theater but I can say what’s strange
I can drink a beer these days without a password exchange
My wife she can vote now and there are no slaves
Have you seen the flag? Hell, even it has changed
“War is hell” is what was heard in my father’s day
Don’t even have to look outside the USA
Where a score and ten die from guns each day
From Anchorage to Aberdeen from Maine to LA
We'll never know what Dolly heard from James
But don’t you find it odd and ain’t it strange?
That bullets find the children but the 2nd finds no change
So Johnny gets his rocks off at the range
There are far more bullets than crayons in the stores
Bullets and crayons strew the floor
The only action’s with a gun, there’s inaction in the Halls
Crayons and bullet holes mark the walls
All these fuckers dress in black and attack kids in schools
An unregulated militia who are we kidding with no rules
You say every arm and sleeve despite all this wrong
I came in here with my sleeves rolled up to sing this song
Sales of bullets shoot through the roof
People draw conclusions and offer proofs
Children, well children will draw what they see
They’ve sold out of red at the crayon factory
