There’s so many rules for things that matter to me Like driving on beaches and a license to fish in the sea I used to live like a gypsy I’d camp by the side of the road But now they just move me along, there’s nowhere to go I’ll give up my gun when the ocean runs dry Well i remember when fireworks were always a family affair The whole town would turn up to join the event of the year Well there were crackers and sparklers and rockets and fountains and shells When they took them away they took some of our freedom as well I’ll give up my gun when the sun doesn’t shine Now i lock up my house, i lock up my car and my shed If i tried to defend them I’m likely to get locked up instead Cos the scumbags have got lawyers and rights so they law lets them be While the honest hardworking get shafted and fight to stay free I’ll give up my gun when the birds don’t fly I’ll give up my gun when the ocean runs dry I’ll give up my gun when the sun doesn’t shine I’ll give up my gun when the birds don’t fly I’ll give up my gun when politicians don’t lie
Я откажусь от своего оружия, когда высохнет океан Я откажусь от своего оружия, когда погаснет солнце Я откажусь от своего оружия, когда птицы перестанут летать Я откажусь от своего оружия, когда политики перестанут врать