Lyrics Put the Gun Down - Jonatha Brooke

Put the gun down, and come talk to me
You got a lotta nerve, bitchin′ bout your freedom
You say you had it rough? Everybody got their cross
So you bear it up, seek your prophets, tally your loss
And then you carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Nobody done you wrong
So you carry on... and you put the gun down
Was your daddy mean? Mama couldn't be saved
No one keeping you clean? Is it just attention that you crave?
Put the gun down, nobody has to lose
You got no way out ′cept forgiveness, so you'd better choose
And then you carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Nobody done you wrong
It's Tuesday, you can make it to Wednesday
Thursday, you might feel the sun.
Friday knows nothing ′bout Saturday
Sunday don′t need no gun
Don't aim, don′t swing, nobody has to bleed
No fat lady gonna sing, and you may never get what you need
Until you carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Nobody done you wrong
So you carry on...
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Nobody done you wrong.
So you carry on... and you put the gun down.