Giving Up The Gun

Your swords grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun Its locked up like a trophy Foretting all the things its done All though its been a long time You're right back where you started from I see it in your eyes Now you're giving up the gun When I was 17 I had wrists like steel And I felt complete And now my body fades Behind a brass charade And I'm obsolete But if the change remains To see those better days I'd cut the cannons down My ears are blown to bits From all the rifle hits Still I crave that sound Your swords grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun Its locked up like a trophy Foretting all the things its done And though its been a long time You're right back where you started from I see it in your eyes Now you're giving up the gun I heard you play guitar Down at a seedy bar Where skinheads used to fight Your Tokugawa smile And your garbage style Used to save the night You felt the coming wave Told me we'd all be brave You said you wouldn't flinch But in the years that passed Since I saw you last You haven't moved an inch Your swords grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun Its locked up like a trophy Foretting all the things its done And though its been a long time You're right back where you started from I see it in your eyes Now you're giving up the gun I see you shining your way Go on go on go on