My Chemical Romance (my favourite band, must tell) made at least two songs about violence with guns in USA specially guns used by teenagers. They criticize this aspect about american gun culture and they do it brilliantly with their songs. The most recent is the song "Gun" from "Conventional Weapons" edition:
" As soon as we get your gun, 'cause a pistol is a lot of fun, it's just a kind of place we run, because the government wants your gun...well if I'm old enough to die for your mistakes, let's go, can we bleed enough to fill up what the engine takes? We don't know, but if you're watching up above, they're teaching me to kill, who's teaching me to love? now baby, isn't that crazy?"
The other song "Teenagers" is about the several murders that some teenagers made in USA along the time, it's a a very well done criticism to teenager's behaviour in a Naion called ree where people sometimes don't get that they're freedom ends where the other's begin. Some teenagers that commited such crimes were usually outsiders and they killed they're class mates in a sick revenge: "You're never gonna fit in much, kid.
But if you're troubled and hurt,What you got under your shirt,Will make them pay for the things that they did"
"They're gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you.
because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son, So they can watch all the things you do.
Because the drugs never work,They're gonna give you a smirk,Cause they got methods to keeping you clean.
They're gonna rip off your head,Your aspirations to shreds,Another cog in the murder machine.
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me,They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes,Or strike a violent pose,Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.
The boys and girls in the cliqueThe awful names that they stick.You're never gonna fit in much, kid.
But if you're troubled and hurt,What you got under your shirt,Will make them pay for the things that they did"
Because the drugs never work,They're gonna give you a smirk,Cause they got methods to keeping you clean.
They're gonna rip off your head,Your aspirations to shreds,Another cog in the murder machine.
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me,They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes,Or strike a violent pose,Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.
The boys and girls in the cliqueThe awful names that they stick.You're never gonna fit in much, kid.
But if you're troubled and hurt,What you got under your shirt,Will make them pay for the things that they did"
