The Gun
Your sword's grown old and rustyBurnt beneath the rising sunIt's locked up like a trophyForgetting all the things it's done
And though it's been a long timeYou're right back where you started fromI see it in your eyesThat now you're giving up the gun
When I was 17I had wrists like steelAnd I felt complete
And now my body fadesBehind a brass charadeAnd I'm obsolete
But if the chance remainedTo see those better daysI'd cut the cannons down
My ears are blown to bitsFrom all the rifle hitsBut I still crave that sound
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I heard you play guitarDown at a seedy barWhere skinheads used to fight
Your Tokugawa smileAnd your garbage styleUsed to save the night
You felt the coming waveTold me we'd all be braveYou said you wouldn't flinch
But in the years that passedSince I saw you lastYou haven't moved an inch
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I see you shine in your wayGo on, go on, go on
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