Welcome to Gunville! He was twelve with a gun in his hand He was small but he felt large Now he could hold his head up high Said I am taking charge of this life I'm gonna shoot back when they pick on me I'm gonna shoot back Are we trigger happy or maybe trigger sad? Empty the chambers a living body ain't the same As a picture in a frame Go gold (?) still give her babies One on the street and one at home She hid the gun under the bed it was loaded He didn't know he was alone You can't take back it's over He's not coming back he's gone Fear created violence And violence means death Life is gone and we're proud of the blood we spill Every day here in Gunville Are we trigger happy Man just trigger sad