Here I stand head in hand
But hey they’ve rationed care
I’m bleeding from a gunshot wound
Treatment rooms nowhere
Number One for gunshot death
Alaska — my great state
I can’t seem to catch my breath
Doc says four-week wait
Hey, you’ve got to hide your guns away
Hey, you’ve got to hide your guns away
When it comes to suicide
We’re ranked Number Two
If you tried and you need help
Nothing you can do
How could Mike say to me
Masks are not the way
Gather ’round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey, you’ve got to hide your guns away
Hey, you’ve got to hide your guns away