Gunshot lullaby

The cyanide drinks on double coasters
A city-slicker's stylish carousel ride
Maybe the little Swedish girl will notice
Yeah, maybe Miss Swedish will take a ride

Candy wrappers reek of rubber balloons
(Motel 6, the lottery's pick)
Bird-feather remedies broken on the floor
Good mornings to the bellhop get a little sticky, like the
Alcoholic carpet stains under the door

Clock strikes nine and it's not getting better
When Mommy sings me a gunshot lullaby
The paper just keeps getting bigger
When Mommy sings me a gunshot lullaby

Obituary death number thirty-six
Unemployed and out of his mind
His violent crimes show on primetime
A melodramatic reality screen-capped for pleasure

Thirteen days of midnight raves
And I haven't tired out yet
Caffeine highs and traumatic lives is to
Gunmetal greys and murder days

And he says it's not getting better
When Daddy sings me a gunshot lullaby
And my pleas of mercy are getting softer
When Daddy sings me a gunshot lullaby

Quiet piano and electric guitars
Are the tell-tale signs of our copyrighted hearts
(The daydreamer wrist-slitters of tommorow)
Razors and knives collect teenage lives
Like the executives collect cash and spill lies

A little boy's dare is to jump the bridge
If he follows society then he wins
Little black sheep of the flock turns away
And he's shunned by society for the rest of his days

A look outside says it's not getting better
When Mommy sings me a gunshot lullaby
And my pleas of mercy are getting softer
When Daddy sings me a gunshot lullaby
Redundant days and nights go by
When Mommy sings me a gunshot lullaby
And the time has come to say goodbye
When Daddy sings me a gunshot lullaby