the little toy guns

The little toy guns

Box in the cupboard

Putting it high up

Leaving it there

When the bad things happen

When the crying is loud and clear

It shakes up the little toy guns

It will make the move in the night

Outside the congregation

Of the bad people going

They want to make it worst

They don't see the picture

They only see

The money coming

The pockets will be full

The shouting matches

And the little toy guns

The box opens and they climb down

In the night the business

Of making it right

The little toy guns

It looks so harmless in the box

Wait until bad things happen

Then don't cry for help