Lose The Gun

I was young, and twenty-one
When they held a gun to my head
They yanked me out
By the cross around my neck
Shot the drunk kids in the back of my car
Ah, ah, ah

I couldn't see
Through the bag around my head
But I could feel it as we passed through my town
All the fields and all the streams
All the houses in between
The only thing that's keeping me alive

Tell me, son, and we just might let you run
Are you workin' for someone or by yourself?
I said: Frankly, you can all go straight to hell
I ain't rotting in some pen, I'd rather die with all my friends

I was young, and twenty-onе
When they held a gun to my hеad
Well, I'm better off dead with an undivided heart
Then to live to see myself turn toward the dark

So I said: Come on, lose the gun
And fight me like a man
Let God decide who wins and who will die
On this beautiful night (woo)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

I was young, and twenty-one
When they held a gun to my head
Well, I'm better off dying with an undivided heart
Then to live to see myself turn toward the dark

Tell me, son, and we just might let you run
Are you workin' for someone or by yourself?
Well, I said: Frankly, you can all go straight to hell
I ain't rotting in some pen, I'd rather die with all my friends
With all my friends

So, come on, lose the gun
And fight me like a man
Let God decide who wins and who will die
On this beautiful night