Lay down your weapons

You don't want to hurt no one

And anyway, what's done is done

Sure, it was wrong

But blood will beget blood

Do you really want to rake me over the coals?

Your past due's in the trash

But the bags are still out on the curb

Mere feet from my happy home

Mine was a landmine

Left out in the unkempt yard

Cigarette butts stained with lip gloss

You had been away on a four day weekend

I could have picked them up

But what's the fuss?

You could use the clue

And hey, they could have been my sister's

You don't know

And it's killing you

Lay down your weapons

You don't know how to use that thing

Are you even sure which way it's pointing?

You're familiar with the first to cast a stone

Your motives are too shaky to aim true

The problem lies

Not in that we fight

But the weapons that we choose

So lay your weapons down

Lay your weapons down

Lay your weapons down