Rights

I’m just an average American,

Don’t drive a fancy car.

The little I save from my paycheck

I spend Friday nights in a bar.

I’m a peaceful guy—I watch my step

And steer real clear of fights,

But if you make me stand my ground,

I’m a man who knows his rights.

 

I’ve got one in the chamber

And twenty-nine in reserve.

If you think that you can push me ‘round,

You’ll get what you deserve.

I may be just Joe Sixpack,

But I’m still a powerful man

When I load my AR15

As the Constitution says I can.

 

We have an evil government.

It worries me of nights.

They spend their time in plotting ways

To take away our rights.

They’ve got black helicopters—

They’re always being seen.

So thank the Lord that I’ve still got

My ol’ AR15.

 

I’ve got one in the chamber

And twenty-nine in the clip.

So you know what I’ll do to you

If you give me any lip.

I may be just Joe Sixpack,

But I will tell you, son,

You’re twice as tall as six feet six

With both hands on a gun.

 

So now there’s an election

And pretty soon we’ll see

If we have us a president

Who’ll keep our country free.

It shouldn’t be that woman—

I’ve crossed her off my list

Along with that Texas talker

And that old fart socialist.

 

I’ve got one in the chamber

And a clip with twenty-nine,

So I’ll protect your liberty

And keep an eye on mine.

We’re only safe while we have guns—

That makes the USA,

So thank the Lord for Amendment 2

And our friends at the NRA.

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