Your swords grown old and rusty 
Underneath 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 my 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 rivalries 
Still I crave that sound 

Your swords grown old and rusty 
Underneath 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 
Underneath 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

            

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