Arms Dealer Blues
When you're old, you'll know
That what you damned as a kid
It'll damn you right back
Came naked for my funeral
And I'm feeling kind of vulnerable now
If I sold to the British
And I sold to the Irish
I've changed neither side of their equation
Yeah, rationalizing came with age
And sin has paid me minimum wage
What once was ethics
Now just seems pathetic
I keep my pepper in an empty grenade
Now it's just the salt shaker keeping me afraid
I ain't got much gravy
But I got a lot of savvy
I got a new head
Full of bad ideas
Writer/s: Matthew Grimson