Missile to Gun - Armored Saint

You’re bigger than me

You’re stronger than me

I gotta level the playing field

I’m crazy as hell

Everybody could tell

I’m gonna slaughter with such zeal

If you take this weapon away

The advantage goes away

It’s just man versus man

Fisticuffs, maybe lose a tooth

Then hit the bar, make a toast and salute

Celebrate the truce

Missile to gun

Gun to knife

Knife to stone

Missile to gun

Gun to knife

Knife to stone

Got more nukes than you

Many citis in view

I can blow up Earth ten times

Parad displays

Conflict underway

Visualize the goldmine

If we take these weapons away

And the megalomaniacs away

It’s just mano y mano

Bloodied, beaten, make it a game

And we could both agree to share the blame

Reassure we’re sane

Missile to gun

Gun to knife

Knife to stone

Missile to gun

Gun to knife

Knife to stone

If we settle for less

Is that a hitch in the progress?

Let’s just give it a rest

Missile to gun

Gun to knife

Knife to stone

Missile to gun

If we take these weapons away

The advantage goes away

The fact is we’re all men

Fisticuffs, long in the tooth

Then hit the grave with a 21 gun salute

Ready for a truce

Missile to gun

Gun to knife

Knife to stone

Missile to gun

Gun to knife

Knife to stone

Missile to gun

Gun to knife

Knife to stone

Missile to gun

Gun to knife

Knife to stone

Missile to gun

Tombstone