Loaded

My friend john he's a flattop
 He's a cop on the eastern side
 He's a watchdog sent on a paper bag
 Chase where the children's
 Guns all hide in the school yard
 Cops are angry
 Kids are angry
 But no one is to blame
 Is it loaded?
 Does it make you feel ok?
 Would you do it?
 Is it loaded?
 All your strength in a bullet shell
 Would you do it?
 His girl jane she's a good one
 In the night she'll always pray
 That a twelve year old boy
 Packing more than his lunch
 Ain't the statistical end to her husband's day
 Cops are angry
 Kids are angry
 But no one is to blame
 Sunny stands on the corner and plans a surprise
 For his wedding day
 He got his meal on a brown bag deal
 And gets stopped by a cop on his way
 The gun barrel size really widens his eyes
 As he hopes for a chance to explain
 And now the flowers and people
 Cry up to the steeple and beg for someone
 Won't you please explain?
 Is it loaded...?