I come from humility,

From the dirt beneath your feet,

I feel I'm f**king 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 f**kin 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