Arms Dealer Blues

When you're old you'll know
That what you damned as a kid
Will damn you right back

Came naked to my funeral
And I'm feeling kinda vulnerable now

Check it out, if I sold to the British
And if I sold to the Irish
I 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