Emperor Misha I recently wrote a song, and it inspired me to finally write one that I’ve been meaning to put together for a while. It’s sung to the tune of the Beatles song “All You Need is Love”:
Guns, guns, guns.
Guns, guns, guns.
Guns, guns, guns.
There’s nothing you can shoot that can’t be shot.
Nothing you can fight that can’t be fought.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to steady your aim
It’s easy.
There’s nothing you can harm that can’t be harmed.
No one you can kill that can’t be killed.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to mount a defense
It’s easy.
All you need are guns.
All you need are guns.
All you need are guns, guns.
Guns are all you need.
Guns, guns, guns.
Guns, guns, guns.
Guns, guns, guns.
All you need are guns.
All you need are guns.
All you need are guns, guns.
Guns are all you need.
There’s nothing you can load that can’t be reloaded.
Nothing you can see that can’t be sighted.
Nowhere you can be that aren’t where you’re safe to be.
It’s easy.
All you need are guns.
All you need are guns.
All you need are guns, guns.
Guns are all you need.
All you need are guns. (all together now)
All you need are guns. (everybody –or I start shooting)
All you need are guns, guns.
Guns are all you need.
When we burst into battle, I think ‘Spanish Flea’ is a greater demoralizer. Let them tremble at the whirling noise of our butterfly nets. We are unstoppable.
Come to think of it, I really pity the poor foo’s.
Not to get all anal-retentative or anything, but you need ammo, too.
Fine… all you need are guns and ammo.
Screws up the meter, though…
I already screwed it up. Artistic stuff is for sissies anyway.
Take advantage of the spots where there’s musical counterpoint, but no lyrics, and add lyrics:
All you need are guns.
(and lots of ammo too..)
All you need are guns.
(and lots of ammo too..)
All you need are guns, guns.
Guns are all you need.
Poetic lic # A-69-OK