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
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 gunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
