Loaded Gun

Who's the enemy, you're gonna point your gun at GI Joe?
Well, your grandpa broke the strikes and your dad the civil rights
When they were 18 too

Kent State, you never had a clean slate
I didn't see Watts burn but I felt the embers
Pinkerton mobs, National Guard
Change the names but someone remembers

Passed out in the flowers in the park
Loaded gun, spent my money in the market
Loaded gun, running rebels reading Marx, how droll
Armelite ballot, there's dollars in Bahrain

Loaded gun, there's rust in the gas can
Loaded gun, bombs for petrol
Loaded gun, petrol's for bombs

They've got a file on you, friend and it's none of your business
Community policing's paying dividends
East Oakland's a no-go but the liquor store is COINTELPRO

Peacekeeping mission in police war zone
With a turbulent DOW Jones
If violence is state monopology
Well, then think of us as antitrust

Passed out in the flowers in the park
Loaded gun, spent my money in the market
Loaded gun, running rebels reading Marx, how droll
Armelite ballot, the CIA is in Oakland

Loaded gun, rewriting the Constitution
Loaded gun, looking at a firebrand
Loaded gun, through the eyes of a loaded gun