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Lay Down Your Swords, BoysWell lay down your swords, boys, lay down your gunsA new day's a comin' first sight of the sun It'll shine like a beacon on whoever shall love While sweet baby Jesus rides the wing of a dove Now our color filled country is a giant strip mall It's a joke in the men's room misspelled on the stall But when it's all over, ain't no colors anyway Like an old silent movie, only black, white and gray Lay down your swords, boys, lay down your guns A new day's a comin' first sight of the sun It'll shine like a beacon on whoever shall love While sweet baby Jesus rides the wings of a dove Well the bad guys are gone, boys, we run most of them down when we flattened the hillsides and we pummeled the ground And speaking on bombs, boys, you'd better believe That it's better to give boys, than it is to receive Lay down your swords, boys, lay down your guns A new day's a comin' first sight of the sun It'll shine like a beacon on whoever shall love While sweet baby Jesus rides the wings of a dove Now Old Glory's still flyin', just like before And your kids ain't believin' in nothin' no more And you can't really blame 'em, same shit we were fed From the pages of schoolbooks to the Bibles we read Lay down your swords, boys, lay down your guns A new day's a comin' first sight of the sun And it'll shine like a beacon On whoever shall love While sweet baby Jesus rides the wings of a dove |