I've Got a Gun

I come from humility

From the dirt beneath your feet

I feel I'm fucking crazy

Like I'm the last to please

And I, I got no answers

But I got a creed

I got my America bleeding for me

Because I

I hide behind these scenes

And my

Oh, my cold dead hands they bleed

You better run, run

This letter recommended

These rights belong to me

I've got a gun, gun

This argument of ignorance

Makes perfect sense to me

You're the wild one spinning

Spinning round my head

Defensive, overloaded

Overloaded in bed

It'll make you crazy

It'll get too high

I'll put it like it's maybe

I'm out my fucking mind

Because I

I hide behind these scenes

And my

Oh, my cold dead hands they bleed

You better run, run

This letter recommended

These rights belong to me

I've got a gun, gun

This argument of ignorance

Makes perfect sense to me

You better run, run

This letter recommended

These rights belong to me

I've got a gun, gun

This argument of ignorance

Makes perfect sense to me

You better run, run

This letter recommended

These rights belong to me

I've got a gun, gun

This argument of ignorance

Makes perfect sense to me

(Run, run)

Because you hide, you hide behind the scenes

(Run, run)

Your cold, your cold dead hands they bleed

(Run, run)

You hide, you hide behind the scenes

(Run, run)

Your cold, your cold, your cold dead hands they bleed