The Numbers

I took grampa's rifle and I took the bus to Washington
My aim was true
It didn't take the White House guards long to catch up with me
They're gonna hang me on CNN

Tell Mom I'm sorry
I'm sure she'd hoped for better for her only son
But I couldn't let that men get away with what he's done
And I know in my heart I did what was right
They're gonna hang me on CNN

No I'm not afraid
Ten will rise where I fall
They can't build a jail big enough to hold us all
This is not where it ends my friend
No, the future will begin when they hang me on CNN

We've got the numbers