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 up
And start explaining at the speed of light, not sound
How the words get some coffee came to mean get down
And all the kings horses and all the kings yen
Couldn't stop the abracadabra that invites these men
And all the alleyways in amsterdam could not compete
Against the wall street speed with which you leave your feet

Oh yes, this song is a joke
Funny like our house going up in smoke
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips
Everytime the phone rings you get there first
And when the pizza man comes you always run for your purse
Now i'm the son of a banker, i know just what the deal is
If you wrote it out in braille, i wouldn't even have to feel it
Oh yes, this song is a joke
Funny like our house going up in smoke