"Bright Yellow Gun"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

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

In 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...)