Don't Lose Your Guns by Vigilantes of Love

Driving the Nails by Vigilantes of Love

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Don't Lose Your Guns
by Vigilantes of Love

Album: Driving the Nails

Mallonee

Tender young flower grown up in my garden
And I pray ever day that your heart will not harden
A cynic's song surrounding you on each and every street
At the altar in the bar in the faces you will greet

A gift of something so profound straining all these words
A gift of something so astounding dying to be heard
Bone of my bone you are flesh of my flesh
Blood of my blood you are breath of my breath

You are my pride child and yes you are my crown
How to keep the darkness from dragging you down
I feel the weight of what I am and what I am not yet
I'd like to pass on something besides all these deficits

Don't lose your guns