Beautiful Son

Nothing in his mind, the rent there is much too high It doesn't make him want to occupy this life Hiding all the things he prays the world won't find Still it makes him run away so paranoid Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone Nothing in his mind but childhood memories It doesn't make him want to live those years again Hair is finally growing back over his wounds Still it makes him want to hurt the ones he loves Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone So the future never came while past is just the same Though we both know you'll go far when you discover who you are, who you are Still on a mountain peak of anger, well... All that he can do is yell To all of us down far, far below But we all know Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone --- Beautiful Son - Cave-In