作词 : Alicia Broeksmit Best
作曲 : Alicia Broeksmit Best/Robert Edward Jackson
Rosa, Rosa don’t get the gun, he said
Rosa, Rosa life’s too long to stay young, he said
Rosa, Rosa, don’t get the gun

Then in the dead of night, tip-toe down the hall
Why were they sleeping? Why didn’t they hear her fall?
Now she’s in a bright room, who was the one to make the call?
Who was the one to make the call?
Rosa, Rosa don’t get the gun

Scissors in the drawer too, She knows life’s unfair
Locked up by her mother, who taught her how to care
Now she’s in a white room, who was the one to lock her there?
Who was the one to lock her there?
Rosa, Rosa don’t get the gun

Why’d they sit her by the window and
Give her a vacant stare
Walk her up and down the corridor, but her mind’s not there

Twenty feet of rope down and below the water’s deep
Have you seen her mother, she’s walking half asleep
What good is dreaming? The papers are signed but the bill’s not cheap
The papers are signed but the bill’s not cheap
	
Rosa, Rosa don’t get the gun, he said
Rosa, Rosa life’s too long to stay young, he said
Rosa, Rosa, don’t get the gun
Don’t get the gun
Don’t get the gun