Pain - Midgets With Guns lyrics

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

I will stay home, it is a good thing I think I am funny.
Don´t come by, I will 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 have got a five, you have got a ten,
That is 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 is just to be nice to you.
Why don´t we try smth else for a change?
Hey, I know!
Why don´t I poke out my eyes for you over & over
And over & over again?

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

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