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   Bright yellow gun