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