I've got the weapons I've got
I've got the weapons I've got
I've got the weapons I've got
Colors that wash out
Blame it on my first name
I've got the weapons I've got
Which, on nights of joy
Of those who look ahead
Don't see much anymore
When the heart rises to the eyes
While the fists tremble
While the feet tie knots
When there's no more center
When it feels in the gut
I've got the weapons I've got
The drunkenness of memories
The drunkenness of the seaside
I've got the weapons I've got
Because I'm old-fashioned
I've got the weapons I've got
I've still got these few flowers
That I have to throw myself
And I've got these few blows
Stored in my heart
By depriving me of outside
And of lending me wings
So my song can fly off
I've got the weapons I've got
When I'm given five minutes
In front of upright folks
The bet they place on me
What d'you want me to say
I've got the weapons I've got
These weapons that sharpen me
My twig knives
I've got the weapons I've got
I hurt so much everywhere
Yeah if I have to trade
Out of distress, out of boredom
I've got the weapons I've got
I've got the weapons I've got
I've got the weapons I've got
I've got the weapons I've got
I've got the weapons I've got