Mason Jennings: Bullet

This is a bullet from a gun called "what the fuck?"If i was standing in your shoes i'd throw my hands straight upAnd start explaining at the speed of light, not soundHow the words get some coffee came to mean get downAnd all the kings horses and all the kings yenCouldn't stop the abracadabra that invites these menAnd all the alleyways in amsterdam could not competeAgainst the wall street speed with which you leave your feetOh yes, this song is a jokeFunny like our house going up in smokeFunny like the bomb between my teeth when we kissYou pulled out the pin with your own sweet lipsEverytime the phone rings you get there firstAnd when the pizza man comes you always run for your purseNow i'm the son of a banker, i know just what the deal isIf you wrote it out in braille, i wouldn't even have to feel itOh yes, this song is a jokeFunny like our house going up in smokeFunny like the bomb between my teeth when we kissYou pulled out the pin with your own sweet lipsFunny how goodbye can sound so sad sometimesToday it sounds happy like a nursery rhymeAnd you're not cinderella, so don't forget your shoesI've never been as lonely as when i was with youOh yes, this song is a screamFunny like our loving doused in gasolineFunny like the bomb between my teeth when we kissYou pulled out the pin with your own sweet lipsThis is fireman mcneil from the hennepin lineWe got the call around ten, we couldn't get there in timeThere was a driveway leading to a hole in the groundI got the heebies bone deep and turned the truck straight aroundOh yes, this song is a jokeFunny like my fingers in your bicycle spokesFunny like the bomb between my teeth when we kissYou pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips