I ran my hand down the steel
Of the gun my father carried like a cross
You might say I learned my lessons young
After only sixteen years
I will live and die right here
In the place I played as a kid
But it makes no difference now
As I watch his chest explode
It makes no difference now
He was dead to me long ago
In the smell of gasoline
On a summer afternoon
In a town on the bay
Where my grandfather learned to swim
I found my peace in the steel
Of the gun my father carried like a cross
As the blood dripped from his mouth
He said, "It makes no difference now."
No, it makes no difference now
As I watch his chest explode
It makes no difference now
He was dead to me long ago