I'm a Gun

I was born in the blast of a furnace of steel And I wondered what shape I would be I was hard, I was cold, I was just a day old And I wondered what future I'd see Then a rough pair of hands fashioned peaces of steel And a handle of smooth silky wood And an arm held me out While the eye of the man kept staring as hard as he could I was fitted with bullets, with jackets of steel And then taken outside in the light Then he aimed me direct at a man on a horse And his hands squeezed me tighter than tight A bursting of fire exploded inside me sent flying a comet of heat As the smoke cleared the way I could see straight ahead the man who layed dead in the street I'm a gun, I'm a gun Til the day that man destroys me I'm a gun It's not the gun that kills a man It's the man who fires the gun that kills a man It's not the gun that kills a man I tried to call out but my steel has no tongue And to men I am only a slave I've never forgotten that terrible day And that man that I couldn't save No one knows what it means to be held in a hand To be pointed and triggered to kill To be labeled a gun with no power to stop All the blood that man shooting will spill