From the recording Love Songs To America

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Lyrics

There are twenty-one teachers
With twenty-one guns
In twenty-one classrooms
Teaching just one lesson
That twenty-one kids
Will take to twenty-one graves
And I hope to God they’re skippin’ class in school today

Nevermind reading writing and arithmetic
Now it’s lock and load and shoot the crazy lunatic
It’s Annie get your gun and follow me
‘Cause this is what we call learning in the third degree

Now you can be anything you want
Like a fireman or a president or an astronaut
You can even choose to be a peacemaker
Or wild west sharp-shooting kindergarten cop

You are already armed with life over death
You are already armed with words and breath
You are already armed with love at close range
You just gotta pull the trigger on making a change

You gotta make that change
You gotta make that change
You gotta make that change

Because there are twenty-one teachers
With twenty-one guns
In twenty-one classrooms
Teaching just one lesson
That twenty-one kids
Will take to twenty-one graves
And I hope to God they’re skippin’ class in school today