some mothers son,put down that gun

some mothers son,life just begun
shot through the head,left for dead
he took some drugs,but did not deal
scapegoat was he made to feel
blamed in the wrong is what he was
they did not listen to truth be told
they shot him at all costs
so young and gulliable ,he lived his life
about to change his way
to get clean and carry on
no chance has he today
you hide behind the masks of fear
you shoot to kill our close and dear
no apology you give
no chance  to let them live
The war goes on in ireland
no chances do you get
this raad that shoots to death the sons
hide behind the mask and gun
some mothers son,no apology given
some mothers son,will never be living
she cries at night at why it was
mistakes were made,his life was lost
no chance for rehab in this town
a mistake they make and you are down
some mothers son ,a life she gave
some mothers son is in his grave
campaign to stop the rebel souls
who on the young have their strong hold
put down the guns and think before
you come shooting at their doors
mistakes they make,mistakes they made
some mothers son is in his grave
god rest his soul for we all pray
for guns and violence to go away
As a mother who knows sons mistakes
"Go talk to them,not lives you take!"
give them a chance before you kill
to clear their name,no blood to spill