Guitar

Hen i get old
I’ll get a guitar
To chase all the liars
You can tell the ones
That make you sad
I’ll give the angry and the bad
An answer to their lies
I’ll give those tyrans
What they deserve
I’ll bury your fear
And wake the dead
To clean up the mess
I’ll do my best
Say it to the children crying
Say it to the people fighting
Say it to the world, say it
When i get old
I’ll get a guitar
And when i get old
I’m gonna have the time
To go my own way
I’m gonna be the one that makes you smile
Say it to the children crying
Say it to the people fighting
Say it to the world, say it