the whiskers - grown ups lyrics
he had a gun in his hand
a death ray configured to vaporize you
and what did you go with your powers but cower in the corner
call base, time-out and shake in your shoes?
and you ran home crying with your x-ray specs on
feel the stuttered breeze on a weekend
i could go for peace but mean grownups have
bad eyes and hearts sick of beating
launch rockets to sp-ce the place for all of our armracing
i will never see the kirghiz light
latch the shutters, hide under covers and feel safe for the night
one more thing before we send the rockets up
to greet our world invaders
let’s pretend the shoe was on another foot
full of slimy martian feet
and wanderl-st is wonderful;
the martians have a price for everybody
on the flying machine the king has filled
with fragile porcelain replicas of everybody
shattered and devoid of inside jokes
and mail order novelties for everybody
he had a gun in his hand;
a little plastic toy enough
to spread the heebie-jeebies
’round to every girl and boy
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