the everlasting gun

so here you go you're on your own

the flower blooms so freely

for fortune

musket

fyfe and drum

your faking days won't leave you

'cause young man now you nurse the gun

you're nervous in the morning

'neath shattered skies your body lies

on the dark side of reason

the blood is lusting in your heart

your flesh red hot and lonely

and vengeance gulps the bitter cup

that once held wine so sweetly

but young man legends still unfold

for regiment for glory

you search for gold like you've been told

and the light of day won't leave you

but run

you'll never turn and run

the everlasting gun

your day will surely come

you'll never run

for fickle kings you click the heel

where a bleak moon leans so weary

forgotten names on faceless graves

your father's home awaits you

oh

the warrior is not the fool

the refugee of freedom

but the outlawed man who holds no gun

on the dark side of reason

but run

you'll never turn and run

the everlasting gun

your day will surely come

you'll never run