RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES
I don't read the paper
Hell I don't even watch the news
Everyone's used to horror and everyone's got the blues
Always another plane crash
Or gunman on a rage
I never pick up the paper unless it's lining for a cage
I used one for my birdcage
And my bird spoke of death and hate
I wish I'd used the comics... But I realized this too late
The worst is on the cover seen by children of every age...
If I was editor of the paper, I'd put the good things on the front page!
Then maybe it'd rub off and people would treat each other kind
Have you heard the expression, 'out of sight and out of mind'?
When violence is on TV
Then children will play with guns
Yet when they're watching Sesame Street
That's when they're having fun
I'm moving to the mountains
So I can watch the trees
Where you don't have any doors and you don't have any keys
House of wood, Bed of straw
When I see a pig, it won't remind me of the LAW!
I won't use no roads -- I'll set off on my own course
Trading my ford for a six pack and a horse
I took that walk through the wilderness to escape a world of lies
I proposed to Mother Nature but I only heard her sigh...
Felt the swaying of the trees as I walked on fallen leaves
She reminded me of the death of everything that breathes
There are those who try to play God
Shoot everything that moves
The fact that men can make rifles
Is the only thing it proves
I traded my gun for a camera --
That should come as no surprise
A deer I watched drinking from a stream --
I shot him right between the... eyes
Now it lives on forever
Does not die today
Captured in a picture that will never fade away