If Words Were Bullets

I stole a carIn my headJust to give a friend a liftUp the coast, somewhere close, to save himI robbed a bankJust for loveTo give to those who don't have muchHere's the cashBuy life backI'll take the heatBut something's still wrong with meI'll be waiting for something remarkableI'll keep listening, oh, with my ear to the wallCan you help me?Cuz' IIAm a dangerous thingIf words were bullets, in a gunI probably would have killed someoneAnd I'd just be another famous outlawI'd sell myself, for a piece of breadI'm tired, tired of all of itCould use a break, a holidayFar, far from meSo bring on a symphonyI'll be waiting for something remarkableI'll keep listening, oh, with my ear to the wallCan you help me?Cuz' IIAm a dangerous thingAha, coming for me (coming for me)Aha, coming for me (coming for me)Coming for meOh, with my ear to the wallI'll be waiting for something remarkableI'll keep listening, oh, with my ear to the wallCan you help me?Cuz' IIAm a dangerous thing