Who Will Come

Who Will Come

Who will stop this murdering spree?
This bloodshed in front of me.
Tell me how to make myself free,
with a gun at my head while I'm on my knees.

And I don't know where they take them,
I don't know where they've gone.
But when they come to get me lord,
I hope that I'll be gone.

And I know they'd like to take me
and I know they'd like to break me
but I really wish I had a gun now.

And I know that if they make it,
then they'll only try to take it,
but I really only wish I had a gun now.

Yes I know, yeah I know,
they're gonna come with the guns.
Yes I know, yeah I know,
you fight guns with guns.

All we ever wanted was peace,
an end to this misery.
Believers in democracy,
Save me from this tyranny.

And I don't know when you're comin',
but I hope you'll be well armed.
I hope you're on your way now,
hope you get here 'for I'm gone.

And I don't know who can save me,
and I don't believe I'm crazy
if I'm prayin' I only had a gun now.

No I don't know who can save me,
and I don't believe I'm crazy
if I'm prayin' I only had a gun now.

Yes I know, yeah I know,
they're gonna come with the guns.
Yes I know, yeah I know,
they're gonna come with the guns.

Yes I know, yeah I know,
they're gonna come with the guns.
Yes I know, yes I know,
they're gonna come with the guns.

But who will come, who will come,
come with the guns?
Who will come, who will come,
come with the guns?

Should I hide? Should I cry?
Will I die, by a gun?

Should I hide? Should I cry?
Will I die, by a gun?

Should I hide? Should I cry?
Will I die, by a gun?

© Mark Gregory Petrie / Mystic Dream Merchants Publishing / ASCAP