Midgets With Guns lyrics

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.
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