With your bright yellow gun
You own the sun
And I think I need a little poisonTo keep me tame
Keep me awake
I have nothing to offer but confusionAnd the circus in my head
And the middle of the bed
In the middle of the night
With your bright silver frown
You own the town
And I think I need a little poisonI have no secrets
I have no lies
I have nothing to offer
But the middle of the night
And I think you need a little poisonYou leak one apple a week to survive
And you still have to ask if you're aliveYou have nothing to offer
But police my dreams
Keep me clean
Keep me awakeWith your bright yellow gun
You own the sun
And I think I need a little poison
With your bright silver grin
You own sin
And I think I need a little poison
And I think I need a little poison
And I think I need a little poisonBright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
