Lyrics SORRY WE'RE OPEN - Bonaparte

SORRY WE'RE OPEN

Sorry we’re open
Come in we’re closed
I’m warming the raclette oven
I said
Come in we’re closed
It was great talking to you
Having nothing to say
But now that that’s been said
Get the fuck away
My guitar like a kalashnikov
My bass-drum like a bazooka
Pick up youre artillery
In the myth of defeat
And if i’m gonna raise my voice
It’s my weapon of choice
The end of entertaiment
Is the beginning of war
My guitar
My guitar
I’m cursing an ointment
Hear me snorting a symphonie
Every flatulence an opera
Every drop of sweat an elegy
Create something out of nothing
I faking the highlights
I could
My fingerprints in mass production
A public hair nailed to a pieve of wood
My guitar like a kalashnikov
My bass-drum like a bazooka
Pick up youre artillery
In the myth of defeat
And if i’m gonna crack my voice
It’s my weapon of choice
The end of entertaiment
Is the beginning of war
My guitar
My guitar
I don’t knoe where i’m going
Everbody follow me
I don’t knoe where i’m going
Everbody follow me
I don’t knoe where i’m going
Everbody follow me
If i knew where i was going
I wouldn’t want you to come with me
My guitar like a kalashnikov
My bass-drum like a bazooka
Pick up youre artillery
In the myth of defeat
And if i’m gonna crack my voice
It’s my weapon of choice
The end of entertaiment
Is the beginning of war
My guitar
My guitar