Cla** of 1988 Never thought you'd graduate Playin' with your guns all day If only they could see you now That you've learned to shoot so well They wouldn't laugh that way (chorus) Wayne, you know it's true There's nothing you can do So put the guns away Who cares what's wrong or right? So please give up the fight And put them guns away All of your freinds are through They've given up what they tried to do See now how happy they are Each with a new lease on life A brand new car and a milage wife Put down them guns and fall into line (Chorus) All your friends are through There's nothing you can do So put them guns away Do do do do do do do do.... All your friends are through There's nothing you can do So them guns away (Chorus)