The "Peace Officer"

Why are you holding that Gun son? Why you holding that Gun?

Who will you shoot there son? Who will you shoot?

What do you defend there son? What do you defend?

You defend a wall, you say, you defend a stone.

And you point your barrel at the Children of the Queen of your Mother’s Home.

What is your name son? Where do you come from?

What do you want to be son, when you grow up some day?

A Peace Officer you say son, with love in your heart.

Well is a Gun a good place to start?

You put on your helmet and bullet proof vest, tie your combat boots, and assemble all the rest.

Your marching to a different drummer, and not carrying a tune.

But we have the beat, we know the song, we stomp our feet, why don’t you sing along?

Its your Heart Beat Sun, the one we dance and sing all the way.