The Key of Awesome - Grenade lyrics
[The Key of Awesome - Grenade lyrics]
We just met, but I know you're my soul mate
I've got your name tattooed
On my chest, neck, and face
Let's get hitched right away or
At least pick a date
I've got next week open
When do you have open?
I sent you my left ear but
You tossed it off the pier
Then said something I couldn't hear, what?
Gave you all my string
And my fingernail clippings
I hope I don't sound deranged, but I'd
Chop off my head for you
I just went off my meds for you
I'd drink a bottle of crazy glue
And lick a bathroom attendant's shoe
Oh, that's good shoe
I would peel you a million grapes
And make a portrait using audiotapes
Yes, I'll protect you from robots
And futuristic apes
Oh, get your damn stinking
Paws off my girlfriend
You dirty ape from the future
Calm down, you crazy clown
What is wrong with you?
Stop offering things that you'll
Never have to do
Just take your pills, pay your bills
I don't want you dead
Why would I want a boyfriend
Who doesn't have a head?
I'd eat a pile of glass
Pull my heart out through my ass
You know what you could do for me? What
Baby? The dishes and the trash
Let's take that tango class
Then watch Lifetime TV
I'll shop at Target with you
Buy you tickets to Dave Matthews
I'd go to brunch with your book club friends
I'll tell you that you're not fat again
This nightmare ever ends
I would rather eat fifty grenades
And wear a Speedo made of razor blades
Then have to deal with you, baby
And your stupid mom
I've got your name tattooed
On my chest, neck, and face
Let's get hitched right away or
At least pick a date
I've got next week open
When do you have open?
I sent you my left ear but
You tossed it off the pier
Then said something I couldn't hear, what?
Gave you all my string
And my fingernail clippings
I hope I don't sound deranged, but I'd
Chop off my head for you
I just went off my meds for you
I'd drink a bottle of crazy glue
And lick a bathroom attendant's shoe
Oh, that's good shoe
I would peel you a million grapes
And make a portrait using audiotapes
Yes, I'll protect you from robots
And futuristic apes
Oh, get your damn stinking
Paws off my girlfriend
You dirty ape from the future
Calm down, you crazy clown
What is wrong with you?
Stop offering things that you'll
Never have to do
Just take your pills, pay your bills
I don't want you dead
Why would I want a boyfriend
Who doesn't have a head?
I'd eat a pile of glass
Pull my heart out through my ass
You know what you could do for me? What
Baby? The dishes and the trash
Let's take that tango class
Then watch Lifetime TV
I'll shop at Target with you
Buy you tickets to Dave Matthews
I'd go to brunch with your book club friends
I'll tell you that you're not fat again
This nightmare ever ends
I would rather eat fifty grenades
And wear a Speedo made of razor blades
Then have to deal with you, baby
And your stupid mom