Lyrics

Call him old fashioned
For countin’ his rations
But don’t need permission
To fall asleep beside his ammunition

The gun is cocked and ready
Kitchen stocked with canned spaghetti
Tide him over
Killin' time in the new world order

Look Ma, the sky is fallin'
I’m prepared and I've got plans
I can hear the trumpets callin’
Got a steady hand
I got me a gun and a piece of land

The news is unfolding
The rebels withholding
In a City fraught with fission
Dividing on its own volition
It spread through the nation, with the
President on vacation
No man is an island
Until the, last nail, you’ll soon be drivin’

Look Ma, the sky is fallin'
I’m prepared and I've got plans
I can hear the trumpets callin’
Got a steady hand

Look ma, no time for stalling
I’m prepared and I've got plans
I can hear the trumpets callin’
Like a clear command

I got me a gun and a piece of land
I got me a gun and a piece of land

One last look around
Let’s take it underground
What will be there to win?
When the dust is settlin'

Look Ma, the sky is fallin'
I’m prepared and I've got plans
I can hear the trumpets a calling
Like a clear command

I got me a gun and a piece of land
I got me a gun and a piece of land
I got me a gun and a piece of land
I got me a gun and a piece of land