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 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 Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone
So the future never came while past is just the same Though we both know you'll go far when you discover who you are, who you are
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 Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone
