Текст песни Throwing Muses - Bright Yellow Gun
Throwing Muses - Bright Yellow Gun слова песни
With your bright yellow gun, you own the sunAnd I think I need a little poisonTo keep me tame keep me awakeI have nothing to offer but confusionAnd the circus in my head, and the middle of the bedIn the middle of the nightWith your bright silver frown, you own the townAnd I think I need a little poisonI have no secrets I have no liesI have nothing to offer but the middle of the nightAnd I think you need a little poisonYou leak one apple a week to surviveAnd you still have to ask if youre aliveYou have nothing to offer but police my dreamsKeep me clean keep me awakeWith your bright yellow gun, you own the sunAnd I think I need a little poisonWith your bright silver grin, you own sinAnd I think I need a little poisonBright yellow gun