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 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 shine in your way

 

Go on, go on, go on

 

I see you shine in your way

 

Go on, go on, go on

 



I see you shine in your way

 

Go on, go on, go on

 

I see you shine in your way

 

Go on, go on, go on

 



I see you shine in your way

 

Go on, go on, go on

 

I see you shine in your way

 

Go on, go on, go on

 



I see you shine in your way

 

Go on, go on, go on

 

I see you shine in your way

 

Go on, go on, go on

 



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