After all the flash hiders are on the barrels
And the ban has gone off to bed
You can hear Kennedy stagger on down the street
Hands are soaked blood red
And the wind wispers Feinstien
An arfcommer is happily sweeping
up the AK's and UZI's in the street
somewhere Chuck Schumer is weeping
and Bill Clinton is with someone else's wife
And the wind cries Feinstein
The media will turn blue tomorrow,
and Sarah Brady will lie awake in her bed.
Because they'll know their lies will be exposed,
when ban they championed is dead.
And the wind screams Feinstein
Will the wind ever remember
all the guns she has banned in the past
Don't mistake her old age for wisdom
and this term we hope is her last
And the wind cries Feinstein
(Special thanks to The Cynic for the third verse)