Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Giving Up the Gun, artist - Vampire Weekend. Album song Contra, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 10.01.2010
Record label: XL
Song language: English
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 seventeen, 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 |