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