| What have I gone and fucked up again this time?
|
| How did I become my own demise?
|
| All these twisted little parts of me
|
| Afraid of losing everything
|
| So I, pulled the trigger and I fired away
|
| I pulled the trigger and I fired away
|
| Can you still hear my voice from afar?
|
| Your dead flowers are still hanging on my walls
|
| I felt God when you were near
|
| For once everything seemed so clear
|
| Until you, you pulled the trigger and you fired away
|
| You pulled the trigger and you fired away
|
| The shot you took was overdue
|
| It’s a good thing I am made of scar tissue
|
| Until you fired away
|
| (Won't you lay your guns down?)
|
| You pulled the trigger and fired away
|
| (Won't you lay your guns down?)
|
| Won’t you please lay your gun down?
|
| (Won't you lay your guns down?)
|
| Oh, lay your gun down
|
| (Won't you lay your guns down?)
|
| Won’t you lay your gun down?
|
| Won’t you lay your gun down? |