Point of a Gun Lyrics

Well it doesn't really matter what name they call themselves

It doesn't really matter where they're coming from

They could be riding through the desert under a foreign sun

Or the good old boys with the gun racks in the suv

Oh they're tryin to sell religion at the point of a gun

They're trying to sell us freedom at the point of a gun

Well it doesn't really matter what they say they've done

All we can see are the faces running from the guns

Oh they could be hiding in the jungle on the shore of a distant sea

Or the boys in the hood with their uzis and their m16s

Ya they're trying to sell religion at the point of a gun

They're trying to sell us freedom at the point of a gun

Well the light still shines on faces fair and love makes the world go round

And the pieces of the puzzle rarely fit

When the gentle hand of reason finally has its day

And the princes and the paupers walk hand in hand

Ya they're trying to sell religion at the point of a gun

They're trying to sell us freedom at the point of a gun