The night I turned 25 it was legos on the floor It seemed like a safe enough game For a man to play with his daughter An automatic rifle and a bullet through the window And the troops are satisfied that justice had been delivered That was enough to set the spark of a vision in another 18 years - 18 year old girl - to see herself a martyr To keep up with the cycle Of an automatic rifle and a bullet through the window And the troops were satisfied that justice had been delivered Close your eyes to the sun's blinding light A three story concrete house and a steady paycheck Cause open eyes will be Infected with politics And even a smart girl can end up With a bomb strapped to her chest