Category Archives: Guns & Violence

My Country, Who’s Next? Me?

(tune of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”)
(Original protest version by unknown author on Blog for Arizona )
Revised by Lee for Tucson Raging Grannies 02/28/18

Class-rooms, where all can see
gun deaths and mis-er-y!
That’s why we ROAR!
Schools where our kids have died
as Con-gress runs to hide,
the N RA by their side
AS THEIR PROFITS SOAR!

Some teach-ers died for kids
took bull-ets meant for kids
Their names we love!
All those live shoot-er drills
Yet man-y still were killed!
Our hea-earts a-are sor-row filled!
seeing so much blood!

Kids have come to the fore
de-mand-ing we take more
con-trol of guns!
That is what it will take
to make our schoo-ools safe!
Gun nuts and all who hate!
You-ur time is done!

My Country, Who’s Next, Me?

My Country, Who’s Next? Me?
(tune of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”)

(Original protest version by unknown author on Blog for Arizona )
Revised by Lee for Tucson Raging Grannies 02/28/18

Class-rooms, where all can see
gun deaths and mis-er-y!
That’s why we ROAR!
Schools where our kids have died
as Con-gress runs to hide,
the N RA right by their side
AS THEIR PROFITS SOAR!

Some teach-ers died for kids
took bull-ets meant for kids
Their names we love!
All those live shoot-er drills
Yet man-y still were killed!
Our hea-earts a-are sor-row filled!
seeing so much blood!

Kids have come to the fore
de-mand-ing we take more
con-trol of guns!
That is what it will take
to make our schoo-ools safe!
Gun nuts and all who hate!
You-ur time is done!

Ode to Indictment

 

  • tunes: Peace, Peace and Old McDonald Had a Farm
    lyrics by Carol Farnham

REFRAIN:
Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace
Police brutality must cease,
We must learn to live together,
Peace, Peace, Peace

  • Tune: Old McDonald Had a Farm:

Officer Wilson pulled his gun
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Young Michael Brown, he did run
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
He turned around and got shot dead
With so many bullets in the head
He lay on the ground for hours and bled
No, No, No, No NO (he didn’t have to die!)

Woodcarver Williams crossed the street
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Walking to some inner beat
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
Policeman shouted STOP, now isn’t that clear
But deaf in one ear, Williams did not hear
So the cop pulled his gun and shot him dead
No, No, No, No, NO (He didn’t have to die!)

Eric Garner, he was broke
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sold cigarettes to poor street folk
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Cop came along, said move along
Garner was slow, and didn’t leave
Copy choked him ‘till he couldn’t breathe.
No, No, No No, NO (He didn’t have to die!)

When the Grand Jury won’t indict
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Good people must speak out and fight,
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
To end police brutality
For justice and equality
For the future of humanity
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo

REFRAIN:
Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace
Police brutality must cease
We must learn to live together
Peace, Peace, Peace

Gaggle for Gun Free Zones

by Cynthia Linet
•tune: Side by Side

Oh we’re a gaggle of grannies
Urging you off of your fannies
Keep our shopping trips clean,
No guns to be seen
Gun Free Zones

With so many guns in our city
On buses, in stores, it’s a pity
It scares us no end,
We can’t comprehend
So (pause) Gun free zones

We can change the culture,
One store at a time
May not change the laws but
That will happen in time

So join this gaggle of grannies
Get up off-a your fannies
Let’s get rid of those guns
Protect all our buns
GUN FREE ZONES

We really mean it—GUN FREE ZONES
We mean precisely—GUN FREE ZONES
We will say it very nicely—GUN FREE ZONES
READ OUR LIPS! (mouth silently, GUN FREE ZONES!)

Gaggle for Gun Free Zones

  • by Cynthia Linet
  • tune: Side by Side

Oh we’re a gaggle of grannies
Urging you off of your fannies
Keep our shopping trips clean,
No guns to be seen
Gun Free Zones

With so many guns in our city
On buses, in stores, it’s a pity
It scares us no end,
We can’t comprehend
So (pause) Gun free zones

We can change the culture,
One store at a time
May not change the laws but
That will happen in time

So join this gaggle of grannies
Get up off-a your fannies
Let’s get rid of those guns
Protect all our buns
GUN FREE ZONES

We really mean it—GUN FREE ZONES
We mean precisely—GUN FREE ZONES
We will say it very nicely—GUN FREE ZONES
READ OUR LIPS! (mouth silently, GUN FREE ZONES!)

Guns and Bombs

Author: Nora Freeman, NYC Metro Raging Grannies
Tune: This Old Man

Guns and bombs, nukes and tanks,
Mean lots of money in the bank
For KBR and Boeing too,
Who foots the bill? It’s me and you!

Back in 1991,
The Iron Curtain came crashing down.
No more big bad enemy,
No need for nukes and tanks you see.

All that cash, ours to spend,
Was known as the peace dividend.
We’d use it for schools and healthcare,
To be fair, the wealth to share.

Environmental cleanup too,
That bill was long overdue,
But it was just a dream because
America must have its wars.

War on terror, war on drugs,
The whole world thinks that we are thugs,
Let’s stop all this insanity
And make the dream reality.

Come on Children Everywhere

  • by Mary K. McNeill

Come on children everywhere, let’s sing a song
Come on children everywhere, let’s sing a song
Come on children everywhere, let’s sing a song
Sing a song, sing a song of love.

We will not be enemies, we will be friends
We will not be enemies, we will be friends
We will not be enemies, we will be friends
We’ll be friends our whole life long.

Hey a ll you leaders of the world hear our song
Hey all you leaders of the world hear our song
Hey all you leaders of the world hear our song
‘Cause we got some things to tell yo about gettin’ along.

When yo got a problem don’t go shootin’ no guns
When yo got a problem don’t go shootin ‘ no guns
When yo got a problem don’t go shootin’ no guns
‘Cause the guns are gonna hurt somebody’s daughters or sons.

When yo got a problem got to learn to use your words
When yo got a problem got to learn to use your words
When yo got a problem got to learn to use your words
You’re gonna have to take a time out if you don’t use your words.

Days of war are coming to an end, time to change
Days of war are coming to an end, time to change
Days of war are coming to an end, time to change
If we can do it on our playgrownd you can do it just the same.

Question a nyone who tells you who you should hate
Question a nyone who tells you who you should hate
Question a nyone who tells you who you should hate
You can make a world of friends or you can leave it to fate.

Open your heart to the power of love
Open your heart to the power of love
Open your heart to the power of love
Let the power of the heart create a world made of love.

Santa Doesn’t Like War Toys

  • from The Raging Grannies Songbook, 1993
  • tune: Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Oh, you’d better watch out, you’d better not buy
Toys for the kids that are violent—OH MY!
Santa Claus is coming to town.

Santa says NO to Rambo and guns.
Lego and games are much more fun.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

The reindeer all cooperate
As they fly on their way.
We can teach our kids to do the same
In the way they play.

Oh, you’d better watch out, You’d better not buy
Toys for kids that are violent—OH MY!
Santa Claus is coming,
Santa Claus is coming,
Santa Claus is coming to town!

Prime Time Slime

  • Edmonton Grannies, adapted by Karen Schneider-Chen 
  • tune: Home on the Range

Oh, give us TV, without violence, please!
We’ve discussed this at least fifty years.
We’re sick and we’re tired
To see programming mired
In murder and mayhem and fear.

Chorus:
How do children learn
To be wise, free thinking and strong?
They need role models who
Show the kind thing to do,
Who demonstrate violence is wrong.

Do you wonder why crime increases each time,
With those do-it-yourself training shows?
How to rape, rob and scam with complete diagram.
We are truly fed up, heaven knows!

Chorus

Don’t train kids for crime,
With your prime time slime—
Put spunk and adventure right back.
We want FCC
To enrich our TV
With programs of fancy and fact.

Chorus

Gaggle Against Guns

  • The Raging Grannies Songbook, 1993, adapted by Laurie Rostholder
  • tune: Side by Side

Oh, we’re a gaggle of Grannies,
Urging you off of your fannies,
We’re raising our voice
We want a new choice—
NO MORE GUNS!

The NRA likes its shooting.
Its influence is polluting.
We need to portray
A much better way.
NO MORE GUNS!

We need to solve the problems
That underlie this mess.
Poverty, despair addictions,
Are issues to address!

Soooo, join this gaggle of Grannies.
Get up off of your fannies!
We’re telling you now,
We’re angry and how!
NO MORE GUNS!

We really mean it—NO MORE GUNS!
We mean precisely—NO MORE GUNS!
We will say it very nicely—NO MORE GUNS!
READ OUR LIPS! (mouth silently, No more guns!)