Lletres: Throwing Muses. University. Bright Yellow Gun.

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
And I think I need a little poison
And I think I need a little poison

Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun
Bright yellow gun