Interpret:

Megadeth

Album:

Cryptic Writings

mamas pack their lunches, kiddies pack their guns 
Wishing it will go away, but nothing's getting done 
A shot heard 'round the world, when a mother's baby dies 
We the people point our fingers, blame and wonder why 


Face it and fight, or turn high tail and run
'Tl it comes back again just like the rising sun 
Say they do all they can, it's just another lie 
the answer's plain to see, nobody wants to try 


There's no recess and no rules in the school of life 
If you listen closely, you'll see what it's like 
Have cool, will travel 


Tell myself it ain't true, they just cannot see 
Grown up or sewn up, the medicines worse than the disease 
Have cool, will travel 
Here we go