Midgets With Guns by Pain (American Band)
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 itâ€™s up to me to juxtapose myself.
Thereâ€™s little guys with little guns
Inside our mouths, inside our heads,
They make us suffer.
Iâ€™ll stay home, itâ€™s a good thing I think Iâ€™m funny.
Donâ€™t come by, Iâ€™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.
Iâ€™ve got a five, youâ€™ve got a ten,
Thatâ€™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 thatâ€™s just to be nice to you.
Why donâ€™t we try something else for a change?
Hey, I know!
Why donâ€™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?
â€˜Cuz where thereâ€™s a will thereâ€™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 weâ€™ll kiss them
Goodbye to the midgets with guns.