Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell

But you’re in my head I do it for I do it for you Now you’re in my head And it’s outta my hands When you’re in my thoughts I don’t wanna pretend And I lose control, with you I do it for

But you’re in my head I do it for I do it for you Now you’re in my head And it’s outta my hands When you’re in my thoughts I don’t wanna pretend And I lose control, with you I do it for

My heart bleeds for none but my own I am only nothing, I am only this Will not take the hate dealt from your hands Years of pain I will take and hone Manifest with your broken bones I am just a man with there two fists You have asked forgiveness

We bounce to this track And I don't care what anybody thinks about that Hands to the sky, and throw your head back I can't believe that every day and every night It’s getting better with you out of my life It’s like I flicked a switch and now I’m feeling

I'm whiskey in a bottle now Put your hands to the sky (Lalalalalalalalalaa) I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now Yeah I'm a landslide I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down I'm a ready made party Still on that ass like

Mean concrete got you walkin' to a place you know You gon' meet your maker when he hands you dough Late-night creature go a-walkin' with her Head hung low All her features are a talkin' But-a she don't know She don't know High heels clingin' on a

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

But you’re in my head I do it for I do it for you Now you’re in my head And it’s outta my hands When you’re in my thoughts I don’t wanna pretend And I lose control, with you I do it for

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement