Текст песни Squirtgun - Mr. Orange
Squirtgun - Mr. Orange слова песни
Drain the gourd with a muddy stickTake the body out, spit the seeds at the land. Add powder for the bomb.Find a human trinket and explode it with this line"I`m an arsenal in fact and now your style is mine."Take a look. What is left?Mob of tears and ditch of weed.Mr. Orange you`ve grown up sad,and now your orchard`s science blind.Dig a hole. Jump inside. Peek out your fear.Read about an iron hand. Pretend that he is near.Drink a little vodka now, loosen up your brain.Arsenals have random days, your weapons pour down rain.Take a look. What becomes of uniforms and misery?Mr. Orange you`ve grown up hard, and your is science blind.Then the admonition comes.You can`t find your fuzzy feet.The fist that strikes you is a shard.Mr. Orange you`re full of seeds.You`ll be here for a thousand yearsSick and tired. A lofty fruit.Mr. Orange you paint up nice,and now your orchard`s still and pocked.