ALBUM: CONTRA Your sword's grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done And though it's been a long time You're right back where you started from I see it in your eyes That 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 a brass charade And I'm obsolete But if the chance remained To see those better days I'd cut the cannons down My ears are blown to bits From all the rifle hits But I still crave that sound CHORUS I heard you play guitar Down at a seedy bar Where skinheads used to fight Your Tokugawa smile And your garbage style Used to save the night You felt the coming wave Told me we'd all be brave You said you wouldn't finch But in the years that passed Since I saw you last You haven't moved an inch CHORUS I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on CHORUS --

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