| Class of 1988 |
| Never thought you’d graduate |
| Playin' with your guns all day |
| If only they could see you now |
| That you’ve learned to shoot so well |
| They wouldn’t laugh that way |
| Wayne, you know it’s true |
| There’s nothing you can do |
| So put the guns away |
| Who cares what’s wrong or right? |
| So please give up the fight |
| And put them guns away |
| All of your friends are through |
| They’ve given up what they tried to do |
| See now how happy they are |
| Each with a new lease on life |
| A brand new car and a milage wife |
| Put down them guns and fall into line |
| Wayne, you know it’s true |
| There’s nothing you can do |
| So put the guns away |
| Who cares what’s wrong or right? |
| So please give up the fight |
| And put them guns away |
| All your friends are through |
| There’s nothing you can do |
| So put them guns away |
| Do do do do do do do do… |
| All your friends are through |
| There’s nothing you can do |
| So them guns away |
| Wayne, you know it’s true |
| There’s nothing you can do |
| So put the guns away |
| Who cares what’s wrong or right? |
| So please give up the fight |
| And put them guns away |