[Chorus]
Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot
American guns, American guns
Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot
American guns, American guns

[Verse 1: Tim Armstrong]
Well, drop more, two million tons
Ho Chi Minh's trail was sprayed with bombs
Jungles of Laos knew all along
That the American war would finally come
America, land of the free
Purveyor and leaders of democracy
Debauchery, luxury
Bacchanalia's alright to me

[Chorus]
Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot
American guns, American guns
Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot
American guns, American guns

[Verse 2: Skinhead Rob]
Nah, I won't listen 'cause I've only been lied to
I got a few common enemies and still I despise you
It's a cold mission, they pull up beside you
In your own territory and leave something inside you
A wise man once told me, "People are strange"
I'm a stranger in a strange land, strange as the days
Yeah I'm nice with the grouping, I stay at the range
38 to the 40, Kal A to the K
[Chorus]
Thirty-aught, buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot
American guns, American guns
Thirty-aught buckshot, 12 gauge is sure shot
American guns, American guns