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 confusion
And the circus in my head
And the middle of the bedIn 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 alive
You have nothing to offer
But police my dreamsKeep me clean, keep me awake
With your bright yellow gun
You own the sun
And I think I need a little poisonWith 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