Heat, and sweet icons of might,
A damn good way to win a fight,
And every free man's natural right,
I've looked at guns that way.
But now the tower's fallen down,
And terror's the new game in town,
I don't want some Al Quaeda clown,
To have his own AK
I've looked at guns from both sides now,
From "right" and wrong and still somehow,
It's gun's illusions I recall.
I really don't know guns at all.

Queers and fears of getting AIDs,
Crossdressers at those pride parades
And dancing, prancing flaming blades,
I've looked at gays that way.
But now it's just another style,
With legal unions in a while,
And no more military trials,
Based just on how you play.
I've looked at gays from both sides now,
From "born" and "made" and still somehow,
It's gay's illusions I recall.
I really don't know gays at all.

Lord, and Sword of righteousness,
The faith in life that I confess,
My every worldly need to bless,
I've looked at God that way.
But now old lines are sounding strange,
as even "worlds without end" change.
Some faith is lost, some knowledge gained,
in living every day.
I've looked at God from both sides now,
from "fact" and "faith" and still somehow,
It's God's illusions I recall.
I really don't know God at all.