Pain - Midgets With Guns Lyrics
Broken arms, I would hold youEven if I had broken arms.Can you make a tourniquet for a broken heart?A bad idea?Well I suppose its up to me to juxtapose myself.Theres little guys with little gunsInside our mouths, inside our heads,They make us suffer.Ill stay home, its a good thing I think Im funny.Dont come by, Ill be making jokes about you.But then again, you could come in.We could make fun of all the things we used to yesterday.Ive got a five, youve got a ten,Thats fifteen dollars, we could see how long it takes to spend.You like games that drive us both insaneAnd I roll the dice but thats just to be nice to you.Why dont we try something else for a change?Hey, I know! Why dont I poke out my eyes for you over and overAnd over and over again?Get out of my house!And can I come with you?Cuz where theres a will theres a wayWe can kill all the midgets with gunsThat we have on our tonguesJust stick out your lips, lean in close, and well kiss themGoodbye to the midgets with guns.
