Show me your gun, show me your bullet.
Tell the widow your reasons why you done it.
I’ll show you a grave. I’ll show a plaque.
I’ll show you a man with no bones in his back.
Give him your reasons, give her your lie,
shout your excuses why they had to die.
Don’t cringe and shake full of false cries,
whilst you stand at the grave when you say your goodbyes.
It is not an animal that’s buried in that ground.
It’s a human being who was loved and was proud.