Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't talk to me about all this policy
Drink my milkshake, then say "I do"
A good religion is a tiring thing
A brain-spud thing to be thinking about

[Chorus]
My mama makes cakes that's all I know
A Tick Tock Baked into a Mannequin

(Oh yeah)

[Chorus]
Little desperado shooting from the shadows
Got your guns, little hands, time to go to war
Little brothers fighting with their mothers
What's the sense in all this if we die from sickness?

[Chorus]
We didn't agree to this
Neither should you
Nothing we can do to change it
Maybe it's time to

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Give me your sick, your tired, your poor and your hungry
Those who get tired, I'll come through
Soon as you get here, we'll call you names
Breeding some hate and win, will you?
That cultural change in a mountain
Fighting a world where children don't know what they got
So they say
Well, so they say

[Chorus]
Little desperado shooting from the shadows
What's the sense in all this if we die from sickness?
Fighting little brothers, fighting for their mothers
Get your guns, little hands, time to go to war
We didn't agree to this
Neither should you
Nothing we can do to change it
Maybe it's time to

[Bridge]
(Oh)
Every day, all I want is a drink
Scared of sounds of children's feet
Haunted with PTSD
So they say
So they say
Well, little brother pulled a big gun on me
Me, big brother, I shot him down
Little brother died at age 13
So they say
So they say

[Chorus]
(Oh, why) Couldn't it have been me that day?
(Why) Couldn't it have been me that day?
Little desperado shooting from the shadows
What's the sense in all this if we die from sickness?
Fighting little brothers, fighting with their mothers
Got your guns, little hands, time to go to war
We didn't agree to this
Neither should you
Nothing we can do to change it
Maybe it's time to

[Outro]
(Oh) Fight it hard
So sick of people dying hard
Maybe we can change it
If we stop it now
As I definitely can say that I'm
I'm tired of this war
November 28, 2025 at 4:52 AM