Romantic Irony

A paradox certainty
It is a shame it has to be
An act of kindness and shivalry
Has left us bound for misery
Send 'em flowers and treat 'em like a queen
They won't stay long if you know what I mean
Show them respect and be real nice
They'll run ya to the ground and won't think twice
The question is why?
The answer cannot be denied
Women live for abuse
They'd rather have the noose
I NEVER have understood why their gender is this way
To put themselves in situations where their easy prey
Mental masochism imbedded in their minds
This complacency leaves little hope
for the ones of our kind
They are NEVER satisfied
No metter how hard we tried
To take advantage of our mind
Only to leave in no time
Nice guys always come last
We're sure to be treated like trash
I can't help if that's the way I am
I'm not gonna change for some woman
They say that one will come along to appreciate me
Those type are few and far between
In fact they have yet to be seen
UNDER THE GUN
Under the gun, government control
Criminal minds, out on parol
Under the gun, life on the streets
The right to bear arms only for the cheats
The velvet glove with an iron fist
Pacifist illusion, a bullet just missed
Psychotic killer, coke, dope dealer
How could they take the blame for victims
Now the laws devoured the rights of civilians
To own a gun for all the right reasons
It is a shame that our freedom is under the gun