Giving Up The Gun Chords

[Chorus]
A                     F#m
   Your sword’s grown old and rusty
E                 D
Burnt beneath the rising sun
A                 F#m
   It’s locked up like a trophy
   E               D
Forgetting all the things it’s done
 
And though it’s been a long time
You’re right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you’re giving up the gun
 
[Verse]
A
   When I was 17
F#m
   I had wrists like steel
E                D
   And I felt complete
 
And now my body fades
Behind a brass charade
And I’m obsolete
 
But if the chance remained
To see those better days
I’d cut the cannons down
 
My ears are blown to bits
From all the rifle hits
But I still crave that sound
 
[Chorus]
A                     F#m
   Your sword’s grown old and rusty
E                 D
Burnt beneath the rising sun
A                 F#m
   It’s locked up like a trophy
   E               D
Forgetting all the things it’s done
 
And though it’s been a long time
You’re right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you’re giving up the gun
 
[Verse]
A
   I heard you play guitar
F#m
   Down at a seedy bar
E                          D
   Where skinheads used to fight
 
Your Tokugawa smile
And your garbage style
Used to save the night
 
You felt the coming wave
Told me we’d all be brave
You said you wouldn’t flinch
 
But in the years that passed
Since I saw you last
You haven’t moved an inch
 
[Chorus]
A                     F#m
   Your sword’s grown old and rusty
E                 D
Burnt beneath the rising sun
A                 F#m
   It’s locked up like a trophy
   E               D
Forgetting all the things it’s done
 
And though it’s been a long time
You’re right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you’re giving up the gun
 
[Bridge] x7
 
A            F#m
   I see you shine in your way         
   E             D
Go on, go on, go on
 
[Chorus]
A                     F#m
   Your sword’s grown old and rusty
E                 D
Burnt beneath the rising sun
A                 F#m
   It’s locked up like a trophy
   E               D
Forgetting all the things it’s done
 
And though it’s been a long time
You’re right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you’re giving up the gun