Just One Gun

Just One Gun
by 10 Pound Test

Dateline: Killeen, Texas, October 16th (the Lone Star would cry)
The sound of gunfire can be heard still (they didn't have to die)
The day Hennard the psycho acted on his grudge
And lined up 23 unarmed, helpless people for the kill

Just one gun...could've stopped the madman in his tracks
Just one gun...they'd be alive today
Just one gun...guaranteed to stop any attack
But they're tryin' still to take 'em all away!

Dateline: Virginia Tech in the dogwoods and willows (we're still askin' why)
Cho Seung Hui snapped and 32 died (they didn't have to die)
They had no way to protect themselves, so they jumped from the windows
And ran away from the horror inside.

Just one gun...could've stopped the madman in his tracks
Just one gun...they'd be alive today
Just one gun...guaranteed to stop any attack
But they're tryin' still to take 'em all away!

There's no good reason why anyone who obeys the rules
Shouldn't be allowed to protect themselves from Criminals, tyrants, psychos and fools
But the politicians say that only they, and those that they choose
Will be allowed the means to protect themselves...
And the rest of us can lose our precious FREEDOM!

(solo)

Dateline: Colorado Springs in the Rocky Mountain State (none of them would die)
A madman with a rifle and the urge to kill (none of them would die)
One woman looked him in the eye, took aim and shot straight
Hundreds of people were safe, thanks to her guts and to her skill

And just one gun...it stopped the madman in his track
Just one gun...they're all alive today
Just one gun...no politico or journalistic hack
Is ever gonna take my guns away!

No Way, Jose (No Se Puede!) by 10 Pound Test

WARNING! The beginning of this video contains profane language and gestures, which were included to demonstrate how the pro-illegal alien lobby is comprised of a bunch of immature children.

I see you wavin' your flag in the streets, but it don't look right
Instead of Red, White and Blue, your flag is green, red and white.
You think that breakin' into the USA is your God-given right
And millions more like you break in, every day and night.
You change the words to the National Anthem, I'm seein' red
Pick my pockets to pay for your medicine, and the roof over your head.
And because of you, and those just like you, so many good people are dead.
I've had enough illegal alien crap, you heard what I said!
(Bridge)
'Cause this is my land, it sure as hell ain't yours,
My Great-Granddaddy's Granddaddy kicked your ass, way back in the Mexican War.
You offer nothing, you just take what you can steal
So listen closely to my words, and the anger...it's very real.
(Chorus)
No way Jose, turn around, go back the other way (no se puede!)
No way Jose, turn around, go back the other way (no se puede!)
No way Jose, go back the other way, won't find no amnesty in the USA
No way Jose, turn around, go back the other way (no se puede!)
(Guitar solo)
You oughta know, you break into my home, you do more than disrespect me
You bring in your drugs, you bring in your crime and your diseases to infect me.
Meanwhile, our politicians may be in your pocket, but before you dare to reject me
Just remember I don't need no stinkin' senator to protect me!
(Bridge)
'Cause this is my land, it sure as hell ain't yours,
My Great-Granddaddy's Granddaddy kicked your ass, way back in the Mexican War.
You offer nothing, you just take what you can steal
So listen closely to my words, and the anger...yeah, it's real.
(Chorus)
No way Jose, turn around, go back the other way (no se puede!)
No way Jose, turn around, go back the other way (no se puede!)
No way Jose, go back the other way, won't find no amnesty in the USA
No way Jose, turn around, go back the other way (no se puede!)
"Uno mas!"
No way Jose, turn around, go back the other way (no se puede!)
No way Jose, turn around, go back the other way (no se puede!)
No way Jose, go back the other way, won't find no amnesty in the USA
No way Jose, turn around, go back the other way (no se puede!)
"Lo siento, senor...no hablo Ingles!"

copyright 2008

Hooks and Chains by 10 Pound Test

You got a leg tingle, dincha? The next day we had to pinch ya
To convince you it wasn't a dream.
He's your perfect Commie leader, a teleprompter reader
On the TV your eyes sure gleam.
Every time you make mention of the source of all our tension
He's your hero, but he sure ain't mine.
'Cause the way I see it, in the end he's gonna be it --
The catalyst of our decline!
(Chorus)
Hooks and Chains...I can't believe you fell for his lies
Hooks and Chains...before you vote you should open your eyes
'Cause the truth was always plain to see if you'd used your brain.
Hooks and Chains...yeah, what he said really sounded good
Hooks and Chains...if you'd read between the lines, you'd have understood
That what he meant was "yes we can, flush our nation down the drain!"
(Guitar solo)
Our nation he's infected 'cause he never has respected our history and our ways
He was raised by radicals on Leninist sabbatical, he's lived his life in a Communist haze
Don't know a thing about his past, came out of nowhere really fast
Don't even know where he was really born
Pulled the wool over your eyes with his Utopian lies
Our Constitution has been torn.
(Chorus)
Hooks and Chains...you seem surprised that he lied to us
Hooks and Chains...when he said he would be fair and just
'Cause anyone who's been successful has his disdain.
Hooks and Chains...I can't believe you voted for that punk
Hooks and Chains...you must've been really high or drunk
I hope you feel really good while our nation whithes in pain!
(Guitar solo)
There are no ifs, ands, or buts, you're his useful idiots
You're the tools in his Communist plan
You're so filled to the brimmage with his cool, hip image
He's nothin' but a mystery man.
So give some thought to the range of his "fundamental change"
As you're trampled by a government boot.
How happy you must be that the Presidency
Is filled with an empty suit.
(Chorus)
Hooks and Chains...how does it feel to be his chump?
Hooks and Chains...you ask how high when he says "jump"
He has no substance, but you sure love his style.
Hooks and Chains...well you can call me anything you want
Hooks and Chains...try to shout me down, tease and taunt
But don't forget you're also tied with his Hooks and Chains!
Don't forget you're also tied with his Hooks and Chains!
So next time before you vote, try gettin' up off your brains!

copyright 2010