One morning after drinking heavy in the night Every inch of my poor bones Seemed to ache and moan in wait Cause all my troubles, come tomorrow Will be gone and then it's on to Christmas day If Jesus had been born just eleven days before Would the world have stopped to see At least those on the street headed for Newtown And of all those on their way Could the miracle have made One lay his guns down Blue ruin "That trigger stole his mind, how am I to blame?" I bet you never even aimed at one There's too many people k**ing people To put an end to evil what can be done Well for now who'd like to tell me On that morning when twenty-seven fell How any lesson in counting could ever Ever amount to watching them fall and why worst of all Come Christmas morning they'll still be gone Blue ruin Blue ruin One morning after drinking heavy in the night I stopped to take a look At the crook that stole this holiday Well this Christmas, my only wish is We put these guns away