I don't know what I want
If I'm completely honest
I guess I could start a war
I guess I could sleep on it
I don't know what I want
If I'm completely honest
I guess I could start a war
I guess I could sleep on it

But hey there, kids with guns
Your neighbors complain but they don't know where they come from
I guess it's just bad advice for
Someone so upstanding
So maybe just ask 'em twice
Or be a bit demanding

You don't know how to give love to anyone
You don't know how to pretend
You told your kids that they'd live long forever
But the kids don't wanna come home again
No, the kids don't wanna come home again

Haven't you any shame?
Have you got no morals?
Teachin' them how to aim
No sadness and no sorrow

Well, hey there, mother mine
Your kids are sick but they're gonna be just fine
I said possibly not if
You keep raising them this way
You're just leading them to die, oh
Your disbelief and dismay

Well, hey there, kids with guns
Your neighbors complain but they don't know where they come from

You don't know how to give love to anyone
You don't know how to pretend
You told your kids that they'd live long forever
But the kids don't wanna come home again
No, the kids don't wanna come home again

You don't know how to give love to anyone
You don't know how to pretend
You told your kids that they'd live long forever
But the kids don't wanna come home again
No, the kids don't wanna come home again
No, the kids don't wanna come home again
No, the kids don't wanna come home

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Writer(s): Declan McKenna