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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 its up to me to juxtapose myself.
Theres little guys with little guns
Inside our mouths, inside our heads,
They make us suffer.
Ill stay home, its a good thing I think Im funny.
Dont come by, Ill be making jokes about you.
But then again, you could come in.
We could make fun of all the things we used to yesterday.
Ive got a five, youve got a ten,
Thats 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 thats just to be nice to you.
Why dont we try something else for a change?
Hey, I know!
Why dont 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 theres a will theres 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 well kiss them
Goodbye to the midgets with guns.