Subject - Guns

Coral Snake Song - Come, give us Your Guns, Sung to "The old Villiage Doctor or Come, Take Your Medicine!" (For the 170,000,000 people who have been killed by their OWN GOVERNMENTS enabled by "reasonable" gun control laws)

Original song by Henry Clay Work (1879)
Update Parody by Coral Snake (2005)

Midi - The Old Villiage Doctor or Come Take Your Medicine:
at: www.pdmusic.org/work
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(Musical Introduction)

(1.)
In a Turkish villiage warry,
Some Armenians did terry;
When new gun control laws on their nation fell.
How they propaganda fed them,
And then killed, tortured and bled them,
There are few that lived through it to tell.
A genocide deadly, what the state had planned,
When their voice came falsely from on high,
It was "Come, now, everybody! come and see!
Come, Give us your guns, and we surely can,
Have a low crime rate by-and-by."

(CHORUS)
One hundred seventy million in mass graves!
They're our testemony, gun control's a lie.
Gun control laws are good never,
They're branded killers forever,
And there's no low crime rate by and by.

(2.)
Then the Bolsheviks were trilling;
Only Romanovs they're killing;
As they started lying, in their commie way.
But when gun control laws followed,
That promise just simply hollowed
As they started killing, night and day!
With their Atheism, and with no remorse,"
They continued gun control's great lie,
Saying "Come, now, everybody! come and see!
Come, Give us your guns, and we surely can,
Have a low crime rate by-and-by."

(CHORUS)
One hundred seventy million in mass graves!
They're our testemony, gun control's a lie.
Gun control laws are good never,
They're branded killers forever,
And there's no low crime rate by and by.

(3.)
An excuse Hitler invented!
By the Jews he was tormented
And so gun controls were the Reichstag's last bills;
But still many were denying,
Gun control was for their dying,
In his death camps, factories and mills!
So they saw no evil, and they felt no harm:
When to Hitler's gun grab, they came nigh
With his "Come, now, everybody! come and see!
Come, Give us your guns, and we surely can,
Have a low crime rate by-and-by."

(CHORUS)
One hundred seventy million in mass graves!
They're our testemony, gun control's a lie.
Gun control laws are good never,
They're branded killers forever,
And there's no low crime rate by and by.

(Musical Ending)