Curt wrote these lyrics...they resonated in me a sense of frustration about the men and women who take it upon themselves to push their agenda on the planet.. no matter the cost to the rest of us..man, animal and plant life....

SLAUGHTERING CHILDREN IN COLD BLOOD

ON SOUTH AMERICAN STREETS

TAINTING THE AIR WITH VIOLENCE

WHILE CHOPPIN DOWN THE AMAZON TREES

 

HEY LITTLE MAN

ITS AN EYE FOR AN EYE

YOU BETTER TAKE OFF

OR YOU'RE GONNA DIE

              CHORUS

GOD'S GOTTA GUN

BETTER HIDE BETTER RUN

GOD'S GOTTA GUN AND HE'S

GUNNIN FOR YOU

 

TAXIN OUR HARD EARNED MONEY

BLASTIN IT TO OUTER SPACE.

PEOPLE ARE HOMELESS AND STARVIN,

YET YOU'RE ORDERING A FRENCH CHAMPAGNE

 

HEY LITTLE MAN LET ME GIVE YOU A TIP

YOU BETTER SHUT-UP

YOU'D BETTER BITE YOUR LIP CAUSE

                CHORUS

GOD'S GOTTA GUN

BETTER HIDE BETTER RUN

GOD'S GOTTA GUN

AND HE'S GUNNIN FOR YOU

                   SOLO

RIDING AROUND ON A WHITE HORSE

YOU OUTLAW ORAL SEX

THEN YOU SELL YOU SOUL FOR THE PARTY

WHILE GIVEN' EXXON HEAD

                 CHORUS

GOD'S GOTTA GUN

GODS GOTTA GUN

AND HE'S GUNNIN FOR YOU

 

IT AIN'T NO SMITH AND WESSON

IT AIN'T NO 44.

IT AIN'T NO UZI

IT'S THE BIGGEST FUCKIN GUN YOU'VE EVER SEEN !

YOU BETTER RUN LITTLE MAN 

YOU BETTER RUN

GOD'S GOTTA GUN

N' HE'S GUNNIN FOR YOU