Where's my gun? I gave it to a helpless child And she learned How to protect herself Where's my brain? Swapped it for a cigarette And it burns But it gets me nowhere Come on, baby It's nearly dawn To give me something to live for Giving me nothing When you promised you would love me I've given up my second chance Now reconcile this wreckage Have you found the reason You're not bringing home the bacon? Listen to your body, it's a prime indication Of the mess you made By simply having sweet intentions I won't fight I couldn't even kill a fly Instead, I'll leave you roses at the gate Come on, baby It's nearly dawn To give me something to live for Giving me nothing When you promised you would love me I've given up my second chance Now reconcile this wreckage Have you found the reason You're not bringing home the bacon? Listen to your body, it's a prime indication Of the mess you made By simply having sweet intentions Have you found the reason You're not bringing home the bacon? Listen to your body, it's a prime indication Of the mess you made By simply having sweet intentions Have you found the reason You're not getting what you give? Listen to your body, it's a prime indication Of the mess you made By simply having sweet intentions