I'm dead on the street, They're looking at me Through their tiny screens. Damn, Can they tell that I'm not breathing? Balloons stuck on the kitchen ceiling Could care less to ask me how I'm feeling And I don't want 'em to, Talk to me, 'Cause I ain't in the mood They said my love's a gun It ain't even loaded and the safety's on They don't like the way I think Prescribe me amphetamines I can't even eat with The shit thats in my bloodstream Stuck in the backseat of my brain Conversing with the demons that bring me pain And I don't want them to Talk to me cause I ain't in the mood They said my love's a gun It ain't even loaded and the safety on Put your hands to the sky Better hope you don't die Decide to open your eyes My love will be waiting On the other side of the line You've been walking it your whole life Your whole life