I've been lookin' at the stars tonight
and I think, oh, how I miss that bright sun.
I'll be a dreamer 'til the day I die
and they say, oh, how the good die young?
But we're all strange
and maybe we don't want to change.
I got guns in my head and they won't go
spirits in my head and they won't go.
I got guns in my head and they won't go
spirits in my head and they won't go.