The Numbers I took grampa's rifle and I took the bus to Washington My aim was true It didn't take the White House guards long to catch up with me They're gonna hang me on CNN Tell Mom I'm sorry I'm sure she'd hoped for better for her only son But I couldn't let that men get away with what he's done And I know in my heart I did what was right They're gonna hang me on CNN No I'm not afraid Ten will rise where I fall They can't build a jail big enough to hold us all This is not where it ends my friend No, the future will begin when they hang me on CNN We've got the numbers