Your Swords Grown Old And Rusty
Underneath The Rising Sun
Its Locked Up Like A Trophy
Foretting All The Things Its Done
All Though Its Been A Long Time
You're Right Back Where You Started From
I See It In Your Eyes
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 My Brass Charade (?)
And I'm Obsolete
But If The Change Remains
To See Those Better Days
I Go To Canons Now (?)
My Ears Are Blown To Bits
From All The Rivalries
Still I Crave That Sound

Your Swords Grown Old And Rusty
Underneath The Rising Sun
Its Locked Up Like A Trophy
Foretting All The Things Its Done
And Though Its Been A Long Time
You're Right Back Where You Started From
I See It In Your Eyes
Now You're Giving Up The Gun

I Heard You Play Guitar
Down At A City Bar
With (?)
You Talk (?)
In A Garbage Style (?)
Used To Save The Night
You Felt The Coming Wave
Dont (?) 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 Swords Grown Old And Rusty
Underneath The Rising Sun
Its Locked Up Like A Trophy
Foretting All The Things Its Done
And Though Its Been A Long Time
You're Right Back Where You Started From
I See It In Your Eyes
Now You're Giving Up The Gun
I See You Shining Your Way
Go On Go On Go On