This is a bullet from a gun called, "What the fuck?" If I was standing in your shoes, I'd throw my hands straight up And start explaining at the speed of light, not sound How the words get some coffee, came to mean, get down And all the king's horses and all the king's yen Couldn't stop the abracadabra that invites these men And all the alleyways in Amsterdam could not compete Against the Wall Street speed with which you leave your feet Oh yes, this song is a joke Funny like our house goin' up in smoke Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips Everytime the phone rings you get there first And when the pizza man comes, you always run for your purse Now I'm the son of a banker, I know just what the deal is If you wrote it out in braille, I wouldn't even have to feel it Oh yes, this song is a joke Funny like our house goin' up in smoke Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips Funny how goodbye can sound so sad sometimes Today it sounds happy like a nursery rhyme And you're not Cinderella, so don't forget your shoes I've never been as lonely as when I was with you Oh yes, this song is a scream Funny like our lovin' doused in gasoline Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips This is fireman McNeil from the Hennepin line We got the call around ten, we couldn't get there in time There was a driveway leading to a hole in the ground I got the heebies bone deep and turned the truck straight around Oh yes, this song is a joke Funny like my fingers in your bicycle spokes Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips © MYSTICAL PONY OF THE STARS MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com