When The Sniper Shoots my Sound
Provoke my bones with trashcan trumpets and high treetop thrones
Infest my dreams with evil thoughts of ugly, mutant garden gnomes
Oh, you know that I want you, but if you leave me I'll be the bullet in your broken home
Paint my eyes in black and blue and steal the soul of my blue suede shoes
Burn my lips with your red-hot thongs and reveal my heart when the morning comes
You know I want you, but if you leave me I'll be the bullet in your broken home
CHORUS:
So, who will take the bullets when the sniper shoots my sound?
And who will pay the piper when I bring my wrath around?
I'm just a little more mad than lightning, just a little less kind than pain
I'm a little upset from knowing, all my trouble was in vain
BRIDGE:
And I see little books, pouncing all around
hiding their secrets with their awkward sounds
Some are bound in leather, and some are bound in lace
and tonight some of them will disappear without a trace
CHORUS
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