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