| One bullet, one gun | |
| One dead, but we all bleed son | |
| And you know it's such a shame | |
| One life, more tears | |
| I can't believe that it's going on here | |
| God knows it's such a shame | |
| Take a look at America | |
| 'Cause it's much too late | |
| Once the horse has run | |
| You can't go back and shut the gate | |
| If we ever see the day | |
| When all innocence is gone | |
| Tell me, what have we become? | |
| One child in the way | |
| Wrong time at the wrong place | |
| And you know it's such a shame | |
| Too young to live in fear | |
| But you ain't got the time | |
| To be a kid 'round here | |
| Lord knows it's such a shame | |
| You shouldn't have to worry now | |
| When you barely reach fifteen | |
| You got enough to cope with anyway | |
| If we can't protect the young | |
| From themselves it would seem | |
| We're watching as our future slides away | |
| Why in this crazed new millennium | |
| Do we still have so much to learn? | |
| Tell me why | |
| When it's clear in the past every scared kid would run | |
| Now he's wrapping his fist 'round a gun | |
| And somebody dies | |
| One bullet, one gun | |
| One dead and we all bleed son | |
| And you know it's such a shame | |
| One life, more tears | |
| I can't believe that it's going on here | |
| And you know it's such a shame | |
| You know it's such a shame |