Blue Ruin

One morning after drinking
Heavy in the night
Every inch of my poor bones
Seemed to ache and moan in wait
Cause all my troubles, come tomorrow
Will be gone and then it's on to
Christmas day

If Jesus had been born just eleven days before
Would the world have stopped to see
At least those on the street headed for Newtown
And of all those on their way
Could the miracle have made
One lay his guns down

Blue ruin

"That trigger stole his mind, how am I to blame?"
I bet you never even aimed at one
There's to many people killing people
To put an end to evil
What can be done

Well for now who'd like to tell me
On that morning when twenty-seven fell
How any lesson in counting could ever
Ever amount to watching them fall
And why worst of all
Come Christmas morning
They'll still be gone

Blue ruin
Blue ruin

One morning after drinking
Heavy in the night
I stopped to take a look
At the crook that stole this holiday
Well this Christmas
My only wish is
We put these guns away