Nothing in his mind, the rent there's much too
high

Does it 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

Nothing in his mind but childhood memories

Does it 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

So the future never came, while the past is just
the same

No, 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