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. 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