Hitchhikin' Men

let's go out and
buy some firearms
let's go out and
buy some suck tart candy
one of these days
one of them are sure
to come in handy
but so much for
one of these
and for one of them
cuz sure enough that equals
two sequeled hitchhikin' men
who will teach their sons
how to properly shave
how to count bullet rounds
and how to build graves
with their hands
in which they will
take great pride
you know
the men who shout
with glee when they've made
a doorway for those who've died
then turn to those fathers
into which they confide
but when statements are released
about those who are deceased
they become quickly denied
their freedom
their longevity
seems to those
in the line of fire
that the conversation is
getting too heavy
for the snowstorm ahead
maybe it's time for bed
where we'll dream about war
and the men we've
innocently shot dead
blood red
into the gray slanted curb
soon word will get around
on the choice of weapon
but then soon
word'll get around even more
about their planned deception
but back to those men
who were out one day
figured their sons would
get in the way
so all communication was cut off
except for the old man's son
who said the most
who said a ton
when the firearm was in his hand
kind of made his father's
mind expand
ten seconds later
his son shot himself dead
i suppose that's all
that needs to be said