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