Giving Up The Gun

Your sword's grown old and rusty

Burnt beneath the rising sun

It's locked up like a trophy

Forgetting all the things it's done

And though it's been a long time

You’re right back where you started from

I see it in your eyes

That 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 sword's grown old and rusty

Burnt beneath the rising sun

It's locked up like a trophy

Forgetting all the things it's done

And though it's been a long time

You’re right back where you started from

I see it in your eyes

That 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 sword's grown old and rusty

Burnt beneath the rising sun

It's locked up like a trophy

Forgetting all the things it's done

And though it's been a long time

You’re right back where you started from

I see it in your eyes

That now you’re giving up the gun

I see you shining your way

Go on go on go on