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 chance remained
To see those better days
I´d cut the cannons down

My ears are blown to bits
From all the rifle hits
But I still crave that sound

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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

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I see you shine in your way
Go on, go on, go on

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