Guards

We're kids on the corner, we're sure as hell 
That daddy's got a gun that he cannot draw 
We hear you're carrying yours as well 
We're calling, we're calling, we're calling 
We're calling you 

Christians and cutters we all confess 
On twenty-one channels, each day one less 
You can't keep shooting the camera test 
We're calling, we're calling, we're calling, 
We're calling 

Some guards call it the forward slash 
Others can't talk with a knife in their back 
We're call call calling 
We're call call calling 
We're calling 

Got a king but he's sailling his robe 
kid kissed him and he turned to a toad 
The queen screamed but it came out a croak 
And if you listen you can still hear them singing 

Your dog's on the phone, are you out or in? 
Another day dead is a week for him 
You can't keep huffing the oxygen 
We're calling, we're calling, we're calling, 
We're calling 

Some guards call it the forward slash 
Others can't talk with a knife in their back 
We're call call calling 
We're call call calling 
We're calling you