Guns

Shoot your guns as loud as you can
Loud as you can, loud as you can
Fight your wars as long as you can
Long as you can, long as you can

Does this really make you a man
Make you a man, make you a man?
Wipe that blood off your hands
Off your hands, off your hands

Now let's move forward

Look to the Heavens up in the sky
Up in the sky, up in the sky
Tell me if anyone hears you cry
Hears you cry, hears you cry

But does this really make you a man
Make you a man, make you a man?
And wipe that blood off your hands
Off your hands, off your hands

Now let's move forward

Well, shoot your guns as loud as you can
Loud as you can, loud as you can
And fight your wars as long as you can
Long as you can, long as you can

We put your guns and son
Your guns and son, your guns and son, now
And wipe your hands, the blood is gone
The blood is gone, the blood is gone

Now let's move forward



Credits
Writer(s): James Robert Staebler, Benjamin Mcleod, Charles Michael Parks, Allan Van Cleave
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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