This guitar won't kill your fascists

This guitar never killed anyone

This guitar is not as charming as a gun

This guitar is never sure

This guitar is scared of you

This guitar is looking for a son



CHORUS

But you

You think the world's a book to read

And all you see are happy ends

I need my means I need my doubts

I need my friends

I need guitar



This guitar has had its dreams and

This guitar it sometimes bleeds and

This guitar it needs a simple mind

Once this guitar thought it knew everything

Everything a guitar could do but now

This guitar is learning all the time



But you

You would not understand sublime

Not if I carved it on your arm

In letters of quicklime this is not show

This lives this breathes



This guitar is all I use

To drain away those guitar blues

Then this guitar makes its excuse

And leaves



This guitar blows hot and cold

This guitar needs truth to be told

This guitar it wants to change your life

You say this guitar touches you

But you know you touch this guitar too

And you know this guitar will survive



I need you

You must realise that there are stars beneath the skies above

And that this this is not peace this is not love

This is my heart

This is guitar

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