(Charlotte, North Carolina!)

You're sinking all my ships
You're climbing all my fences
The storm upon my gate
The breach in my defenses

Like the sun against the morning
You set your face against the doors in
All the houses where I run
And I'm laying down my guns

And you keep coming on
Like Napolean
And I'll lose my head and throne
In the bloody revolution

You fill the hallows of the walls
In the houses where I walk
You're hanging pictures on the walls
In the houses where I haunt

You'rе standing on my harbor
You're landing on my shore
I'm handing down my armor
I'm landing on my sword
On the brink of kingdom comе
And I'm standing in the flood
Of everything I ever was
And I'm laying down my guns (whoa)

And you keep coming on
Like Napolean
And I'll lose my head and throne
In the bloody revolution

You fill the hollows of the halls
In the houses where I walk
You're hanging pictures on the walls
In the houses where I haunt

[dialogue]
You know, love means sometimes you gotta compromise. That means sometimes you gotta lay down something of yourself for something greater. It's not easy but it's the best way to live ladies and gentlemen. Love can break your bones, but broken bones tell stories, and broken bones sing songs. So I'm laying down my guns. I'm laying down my guns, laying down my guns if that means you get to sing along

[intro to next song]
You can't have love and live by the law of the jungle!