Midgets With Guns lyrics

Artist  : Pain 
Song : Midgets With Guns



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Broken arms, I would hold you
Even if I had
broken arms.
Can you make a tourniquet for a
broken heart?
A bad idea?
Well I suppose
it’s up to me to juxtapose
myself.
There’s little guys with little
guns
Inside our mouths, inside our
heads,
They make us suffer.

I’ll
stay home, it’s a good thing I think
I’m funny.
Don’t come by,
I’ll be making jokes about you.
But
then again, you could come in.
We could make
fun of all the things we used to
yesterday.
I’ve got a five,
you’ve got a ten,
That’s fifteen
dollars, we could see how long it takes to
spend.

You like games that drive us both
insane
And I roll the dice but that’s
just to be nice to you.
Why don’t we
try something else for a change?
Hey, I know! 

Why don’t I poke out my eyes for you
over and over
And over and over
again?

Get out of my house!
And can I
come with you?
‘Cuz where there’s
a will there’s a way
We can kill all the
midgets with guns 
That we have on our
tongues
Just stick out your lips, lean in
close, and we’ll kiss them
Goodbye to
the midgets with guns.