Lyrics

I got guns in my pocket
And I don’t know what to do with them
I got guns in my pocket
And I don’t know what to do with them
I get down like a rocket
No one’s listening, no one watches
I got guns in my pocket
And I don’t know what I could do with them

I got guns in my pocket
And I don’t know what to do with them
I got drugs in my pocket
And I know just what to do with them
I’m undone don’t you knock it
Because I don’t run, like the rest of them
I got blood in my sockets
If I am animal then I must be fed

Secret
Seek it
Believe it
So be it

I got nothing to make me think I feel fine
Nothing to make me think, change my mind
Nothing to make it all get better
Nothing to turn out, no not never

Nothing refuses to go away
Nothing eating up all of my days
Nothing to take for killing the pain
Nothing replaces everything

I got guns in my pocket
And I don’t know what to do with them
I got blood in my pocket
And I don’t know what to do with it
I got drugs in my pocket
And I don’t know what not to do with them
I got love in my pocket
And I don’t know what I could do with it