Broken arms, I would hold you
Even if I had broken arms.
Can you make a tourniquet for a broken heartż
A bad ideaż
Well I suppose itżs up to me to juxtapose myself.
Thereżs little guys with little guns
Inside our mouths, inside our heads,
They make us suffer.
Iżll stay home, itżs a good thing I think Iżm funny.
Donżt come by, Iżll be making jokes about you.
But then again, you could come in.
We could make fun of all the things we used to yesterday.
Iżve got a five, youżve got a ten,
Thatżs 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 thatżs just to be nice to you.
Why donżt we try something else for a changeż
Hey, I know!
Why donżt I poke out my eyes for you over and over
And over and over againż
Get out of my house!
And can I come with youż
żCuz where thereżs a will thereżs 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 weżll kiss them
Goodbye to the midgets with guns.
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