I should apologise to everyone for starting (yet another) BS thread. To go some way towards correcting matters:

Blew my smoke on a sunny day,
when the first black powder came my way.
Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold
to win fair lady and take your gold.

I know it hardly seems the time
to talk of blue steel so sublime.
I can understand your point of view.
To tell the truth I'd scare me too.

Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye.
Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size.
I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes.
But I don't choose the company I keep and it shows.

Maxim and Browning, they helped me along.
Stoner, Kalashnikov thrilled to my song.
Now there's one of me, for each one of you,
So how can you blame me for the things that I do?

Now I take second place to the motor car
in the score of killing kept thus far.
And just remember, if you don't mind
it's not the gun that kills but the man behind.

words by Ian Anderson © Chrysalis Records Ltd., London, UK, 1988 - All Rights Reserved