Midgets With Guns Lyrics

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.