With your bright yellow gun You own the sun And I think I need a little poison
To keep me tame Keep me awake I have nothing to offer but confusion
And 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 poison
I 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 poison
You leak one apple a week to survive And you still have to ask if you're alive
You have nothing to offer But police my dreams Keep me clean Keep me awake
With 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 poison
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