Bullet - Mason Jennings

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