Nothing in his mind,
The rent there is much too high
It doesn't make him want to occupy this life
Hiding all the things he prays the world won't find
Still it makes him run away so paranoid
Beautiful son
Without your guns, you'd be someone
Nothing in his mind but childhood memories
It doesn't make him want to live those years again
Hair is finally growing back over his wounds
Still it makes him want to hurt the ones he loves
Beautiful son
Without your guns, you'd be someone
So the future never came
While the past is just the same
No we both know you'll go far
when you discover who you are
Who you are
Beautiful son
Without your guns, you'd be someone
Still on a mountain peak of anger, well
All that he can do is yell
To all of us down far, far below
But we all know
Beautiful son
Without your guns, you'd be someone
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