I've Got a Gun - Candlebox

I come from humility

From the dirt beneath your feet

I feel I’m fucking crazy

Like I’m the last to please

I’ve got no answers

But I’ve got a creed

I’ve got my America bleeding through me

Because I, I hide behind these scenes

And my, my cold dead hands they bleed

So you better

Run, run, run

Run, run, run

This rhetoric amended these rights belong to me

And I’ve got a

Gun, gun, gun

This argument of ignorance makes perfect sense to me

You’re the wild one spinning

Spinning round my head

Defensive, overloaded, overloaded and bent

It’ll make you crazy

It’ll get you high

A burden like its maybe

I’m out my fuckin' mind

Because I, I hide behind these scenes

And my, my cold dead hands they bleed

So you better

Run, run, run

Run, run, run

This rhetoric amended these rights belong to me

And I’ve got a gun

Gun, gun, gun

Gun, gun, gun

This argument of ignorance makes perfect sense to me