Lyrics I've Got a Gun - Candlebox

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