Vigilantes Of Love - Don't Lose Your Guns lyrics

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 pa** on something besides all these deficits Don't lose your guns