Aurora

Satan’s riders comin’, better hold that cross around your neck

Look in my eyes, it’s just a sound check

So don’t fret, no, not yet, but keep them guns loaded

We’ll cut ‘em down like flies in the name of it

From Newtown, Connecticut to Aurora, Colorado

Say we ain’t gonna comply with no hippie bullshit

So watch it, son, watch where ya point that gun

Are the children’s cries worth your amendment?

Aurora, oh, the sun is coming up

The mourning dove can’t make no landfall in a flooded nation

Aurora, Aurora, the sun is coming up