Mr big shot open your pocket book
I should have ben franklin 'cause there she stood
She had bullets in the chamber
Of her pistol filled with danger
I was stuck, I just ran outta luck
Mr big shot, where is your pot of gold?
I got a big shot ready to lock and load
And if you follow all the colors
At the end you'll see the others
And you'll know
That there's your pot of gold
See I come from under rainbows, rainbows, rainbows
Take a look outside the window, window, window
Yeah I come from under rainbows, rainbows, rainbows
And you came in through my window, window, window
Mr big shot who do you think you are?
Well she ain't holding like I'm molding a golden heart
And I can give you all the wisdom
But at the end it's your decision
Take a chance
I just don't give a damn
See I come from under rainbows, rainbows, rainbows
Take a look outside the window, window, window
Yeah I come from under rainbows, rainbows, rainbows
And you came in through my window, window, window
I've given you everything you want from me
I've given you everything possibly
A gun to my head, I just wanna say
Oh that's right
See I've tried and tried over now a thousand times
I'm tryina live, tell them what you tryina hide
See I'm someone's son just like everybody
See I come from under rainbows, rainbows, rainbows
Take a look outside the window, window, window
Yeah I come from under rainbows, rainbows, rainbows
And you came in through my window, window, window
Mr big shot, and then the pistol went bang
Bang, bang, bang
There was blood on the field
In the mud where I lay
Why am I afraid?
Bang, bang, bang
In the land of free
In the home of the brave
Here comes the pain
Raining down from my face
Call me a mess, but I'm blessed to be raised
A child of love, poster child for change
A toast to us all, who came from under the rain
I'm under the rain
Rainbows, rainbows, rainbows
Rainbows, rainbows, rainbows