Revolver on the Loose

I drink more coffee than food I eat
and smoke more weed than anything else
I've got a theory, think what you want
and that's my theory, you want another one?
Patience baby, patience you don't have
you've got two hands and you were born to grab
selfish, selfish, throwing your hands in the air
saying you don't know me and you don't care.

You're a sharpened knife, a hangman's noose
a burning building, a revolver on the loose
I've got so many theories but no proof
hands tied in your bed and in my head
how come when you say you'll love me till I'm dead
it always sounds like a threat?

It's not pretty and it sure as hell ain't sweet
what they say about the company you keep
is a reflection so I'm changing my direction
and saving my own life along the way
may sound dramatic, I'm not being theatrical
you know the way you can get sometimes
when you have got anger on your brain
it's like navigating 'round all these land mines
you know will blow up in your face anyway.

You're a sharpened knife, a hangman's noose
a burning building, a revolver on the loose
I've got so many theories but no proof
hands tied in your bed and in my head
how come when you say you'll love me till I'm dead
it always sounds like a threat?

It's not pretty & it sure as hell ain't sweet
what they say about the company you keep
it's not pretty & it sure as hell ain't sweet
what they say about the company you keep
it's not pretty & it sure as hell ain't sweet
when the company you keep could get you six feet deep.

You're a sharpened knife, a hangman's noose
a burning building, a revolver on the loose
I've got so many theories but no proof
hands tied in your bed and in my head
how come when you say you'll love me till I'm dead
it always sounds like a threat?