Midgets With Guns Lyrics!Midgets With Guns Lyrics!
1. Pose Ode
Pose, Pose, nobody knows just what we go through for one of these shows. We have sweat on our nutsacks and corns on our toes. But if you want to be honest nutsack sweat feels pretty good and corns only make me walk faster, faster than I normally would. Pose, Pose, why do you suppose that Pain is our name? because that's what we chose and life with out Pain is a long endless chain of errors repeated again and again. So don't be afraid of Pain don't run away...'cause after we're done here we'll come back one day again and again until we have the money to retire.
2. Milk
Hey Kid! Yeah you! You see I dropped my pencil. Pick It up! Hurry up! Whatcha waitin' for? Don't be so slow! We got our eyes, got our eyes on you. We got our eyes, got our eyes on you boy. We got our eyes, got our eyes on you. We got our eyes, gotterdammerung Deutschland. Fatheads hold on me down and say, "You've got a lot to learn!" I get beat up everyday, I've got a lot to learn!" Milk will make me strong, you say, drink it and you will see but it seems that cows have better sense than me, yeah. Hey kid! Yeah you! Gonna hit you with a ball in gym class. Gonna dress you up in girl's clothes. Gonna throw my fist at your nose and if you try to escape us gonna get you when we're on the school bus. Carpet fibers in my teeth, I've got a lot to learn. What about my self-esteem? I've got a lot to learn. Milk will make me strong, you say, drink it and you will see but it seems that cows have better sense then me, yeah. Getting strong, it takes too long to become like Henry Rollins Every dog has his day one day you'll see me. I know things that you don't know, you've got a lot to learn. My bones will break before they grow, I've got a lot to learn. Milk will make me strong, you say, drink it and you will see but on the side of a milk carton is where I'll be, yeah.
3. Square Pegs
lately I've heard this song, you see, and it will not let me be. It's a measure or two with a hell of a groove but a lot of simplicity. It's the kind of song you want to write for your Mom. It's the kind of song that makes you hum for a while. It's the kind of a song that's kind of stupid and dumb. Just another tarnished diamond for the pile. And here I am...smashing square pegs into round holes. Here I am...weakening the whole. Square pegs, we'll knock all their blocks of this time with a hell of a melody rhyme, always keeping in mind that I'm, as square as they come, well that's fine. I'll spend all my money & time spinning wheels on an incline. Staying inside has got me doubting my mind and doing battle with the phantoms again. In the form of some notes I think a musical ghost is digging dead melodies in my head. I should be out in the sun, I should be having more fun. I should be drinking some beer, I should be reading somewhere. I should be seeing my wife instead of wasting my nights and from all that I hear I should be getting my hair cut but here I am...with 53 chords and broken horn lines but here I am...losing my mind (refrain)
4. Fight
Bored, drinking my beer on the floor surrounded by people I mostly abhor, wanting more. And so the night goes, a lot of beer flows, what can a guy do to make it right? And then abruptly my pair of eyes see a pair of guys get into a fight. Funny how a fight can break the ice and make the whole night better. Everybody loves to fight FIGHT! Everybody loves to fight FIGHT! Fists fly; hits him in the eye, knocks him on the ground, now he starts to cry. I don't mean to be pompous or mean. Try to love each other - that's the way it should be, but don't you think that maybe every once in a while a good fist fight makes everyone smile? (refrain) Blood, teeth, broken glass on the floor but if the fight's right the fighters just might decide to be friends and make amends and as we get closer to the end, it's time to sing the chorus once again (refrain)
5. Midgets With Guns
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 that 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 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 I poke out my eyes for you 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.
6. One-Legged Girl
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 that 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 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 I poke out my eyes for you 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.
7. The People, The People
Can't for the life of me think of what to do or say. Can't for the life of me think of what to do. From time to time I think I might be Jesse James. Laws aren't made for me and you. And if you peel back my skin you'll probably see a whole gang in there of people, mainly thieves and freaks, a liar, a scary man, who easily disembark whenever they please. I think I'll stick to what I know and dig myself into this hole. It's not so bad if you don't mind the heat. Can't for the life of me think of what to do or say. Can't for the life of me think of what to do. From time to time I think I'm the invisible man, without a shadow or cool hairdo. And if you peel back my skin you'll probably see no one's in there that's not been hassled by some fools who fear their numbers though they're few. I think I'll sit and let their notions brew. I think I'll stick to what I know and dig myself into this hole. Even superheroes once were losers. When they leap they run around and subjugate all those who keep them down. They put on funny masks and dance around the dirt and broken glass. They're getting stronger still despite the times that they're kept under heel. They'll never go away.
8. Grudge
In the eighties I had a radio. I had a real bad haircut and nowhere to go except Aladdin's Castle and Eckerd Drugs. She has sweat bands, she liked to breakdance. She wore a pair of shiny parachute pants. I was geek and she was a superstar. Was it just, was it just, was it just yeah was it just was it just too much to ask? Worlds were in the space between us. I should have made a sacrifice or tried to meet her set of standards. I had a pretty good collection of Masters of the Universe. I had Boba Fett and Greedo and I was pushing seventeen. She had tapes of Chaka Khan and Kenny Loggins, she knew how to backwards skate. She had eyes that looked around for boys who I had lately grown to hate. At the time I was working on a novel. Just another fruitless side distraction. I sometimes wondered what she would think of that. What if I had wowed her with some fiction over wine and crackers by a lakeside? Would she have just stood back up and moonwalked home? Was it just too much to ask? Worlds were in space between us. I should have made a sacrifice or tried to meet her set of standards but she didn't have respect for the Stray Cats, I didn't have respect for that. Rubik's Cubes were not my style and they're still not I was into D&D Nanananananananananananananana (rockin solo) When I look back upon the eighties I never get pissed off at Ronald Reagan. I never paid attention to him back then. But that chic who wore the parachute pants, the one who broke my heart, the one who broke danced. I just hope that one day we'll meet again. I'm not sure , I'm not sure, I'm not sure no I'm not sure I'm not sure what I would do, I'm not sure it even matters because I know wherever she is that she's got something stuck up in her ass and the closer to the shore that my ship gets she can only, she can only she can only eat herself alive, eat herself alive Nananananananananananananana
9. Chuck Al-Hashib
Bob Al Hashib was a man of the Nile. A fez on his head and a whole lot of style. Shady Rashan liked to kill and to rob and one day without being provoked he killed Bob. Well, right in the street Bob lay at Shady's feet everyone stared, no one dared to compete. Nobody there dared to compete. Nobody cared when Bob died, nobody cared to try and save him. Hey look away pretend like Bob was never there. Unbeknownst to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him dearly. Bob had a bro who loved him dearly: Chuck is on his way. Chuck Al Hashib was a man of the sand a fez on his head and a gun in his hands. He had thirty knives in a black bandoleer a bomb in his sock and a bug in his ear. Bad news travels fast, so did Chuck so they say. For what Shady did Chuck would make Shady pay. Chuck Al Hashib was on his way. (refrain) Shady was afraid he paid assassins to save his ass and they sharpened up their swords, hawked loogs and roared until Chuck arrived. Slowly across the dunes he came on a camel hard as enamel. He didn't wait for an invitation, he whipped out his gun and used it well. Well, Chuck spent his slugs on the thugs and killed them dead. he then took his sword and he lopped off their heads. Shady Rashan hurled himself at Chuck's feet begging for Chuck to please let him go free. But Chuck lit is bomb and he blew Shady up because Bob was Chuck's brother, you see. (refrain)
10. Derision
Derision ain't so bad it makes me glad I'm tougher for failing all that I have. Take the map and tear it up we'll find our way anyway. We'd never gotten this far if we'd followed the road. If you listen close to most advice you'll never get anywhere. Take it from myself because, boy, I oughta know. I was the kindergarten kid with wrinkled clothes. I dreaded school more than the chicken pox and so I'd go: "He Mom I'm really feelin' sick, a bit feverish and I know if I go to school today, I'll probably die on the way from this cold!" Take the map and tear it up we'll find our way anyway. We'd never gotten this far if we'd followed the road. If you listen close to most advice you'll never get anywhere. Take it from myself, boy, I oughta know. '69 Malibu and a date I should have missed. Warm beer and time to kill and a girl to share it with. It's really late, I sneak around to the gate to bust her out the window wearing lots of black and blending in to all the shadows. We spend half of the night getting into a fight. I wanna make up and she goes: 'Will you take me home?" (NO!) Let's hear it for derision, for derision, let's hear it for failure.
11. Island of Fear
A man once told us that no man is an island but I know a man that thinks he's an island. Drifting out to the sea, sand in his ears and lies on his tongue. Jungle grows in your mind when you're an island. Welcome to The Island of Fear, The Island of Fear. Deep down inside he wants out of here, he wants out of here. Welcome to The Island of Fear, The Island of Fear. The Island of Fear, he drank too much beer, went home with a queer. Filthy, hungry cannibals ringed around his soul. He's tied with hair of shrunken heads to a bamboo pole. He could drive then away with a flick of his wrist or an ounce of self-denial. or a good deed without asking for it back (refrain). No one visits desert islands, no one likes to waste their time. Raising temples, building bridges if the island's just a sinking ship...
12. Adam's Apple
See Adam's apple sitting on top of his head? It's not there for a target go shoot at somebody else. it fell from the treetops and now he knows just what it's like to fall down. Now he's a genius, a genius. And now he's food for a flock of birds and a bed of ants but he'll take his chance and he'll keep the faith. He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed right down to his apple core. Though his bag's getting empty he's already won. Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. Look even closer, watch as he sings and he drinks. See Adam's apple, see how it rises and sinks. That's how his luck goes but just give him a note and he'll make a chord and every so often a whole song (refrain) Keep the faith and walk don't crawl though. Cynics never care at all (strings may break and hopes may fall) (refrain)
13. Ellen
Ellen I fell in big lovin' with you. I saw you by that pool. I thought you thought I was cool. I felt a longing in my tool. So dye your hair or change your name have your left arm surgically removed no matter what you do I'll be in love with you. Ellen I fell in big lovin' with you. You like corn, you like twelve, you keep pomade on your shelf. You've got a walnut lie myself. You've got grooves and you've got shoes and even though you lose your marbles and you panic in a crisis I'm in love with you. Pose was once your man but you scared him away. Now your man is Dan (that's me) and I am here to stay. Ellen I fell in big lovin' with you. Ellen I fell in big lovin' with you. If you were blind in one eye, quadriplegic or if you lost all your teeth so that I had to chew your food for you no matter what you do I'll be in love with you!
14. Pose Ode
Pose, Pose, nobody knows just what we go through for one of these shows. We have sweat on our nutsacks and corns on our toes. But if you want to be honest nutsack sweat feels pretty good and corns only make me walk faster, faster than I normally would. Pose, Pose, why do you suppose that Pain is our name? because that's what we chose and life with out Pain is a long endless chain of errors repeated again and again. So don't be afraid of Pain don't run away...'cause after we're done here we'll come back one day again and again until we have the money to retire.
