Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grenades, artist - Pumpkinhead. Date of issue: 23.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grenades |
| Praise to the most high for blessin' me with a seed |
| Now I gotta make it to the top with Speed, like Keanu Reeves |
| And when I bleed, I feed a million children indeed |
| With the knowledge and the strength that they need |
| Fuck the military! |
| Man, beg my pardon |
| The only thing my dad got from them was Agent Orange |
| Cocksuckers experimented on they own soldiers |
| I’d rather be in a coma than help fill in they quota |
| Give me a bulldozer, and before the world is over |
| I’ll find Bush and his daddy and run both they asses over |
| The Bushes are trigger happy and wanna be in a war |
| Two people that like raising the taxes and killin' the poor |
| I say I put the sword to they jaw |
| Let it off 'til they jaw fall on the floor, and Colin Powell callin' the morgue |
| You call him a hero but I call him a whore |
| Gettin' pimped by the system that wanna see the end of us all |
| It goes: one grenade, two grenade, three grenade, four |
| Pull the pin, let it go—it'll be the death of us all |
| I’ll be a motherfuckin' martyr before a soldier at war |
| Fuck the law, we gon' settle the score |
| One grenade, two grenade, three grenade, four |
| Pull the pin, let it go—it'll be the end of us all |
| I’ll be a motherfuckin' martyr before a soldier at war |
| Fightin' my brothers and sisters overseas for your laws |
| You stick your nose in everybody country business when yours |
| Is the most corrupt nation, illumination blinding us all |
| You don’t think they already got UFOs in store? |
| With technology to travel lightspeed past ours? |
| I guarantee these lizard reptilian figures |
| Hidin' under human flesh under they breath callin' us niggas |
| I pull the motherfuckin' trigger, explode your liver for fun |
| And I won’t stop 'til daddy and junior’s kissin' my gun |
| Slugs pop from a short distance—listen, you’re done |
| Your existence short-lived, now you live on the sun |
| Burnin' for eternity, your skin lift off your bones |
| Now your skin is black like mine with a crispier tone |
| It goes: one grenade, two grenade, three grenade, four |
| Pull the pin, let it go—it'll be the death of us all |
| I’ll be a motherfuckin' martyr before a soldier at war |
| Fuck the law, we gon' settle the score |
| Yeah. |
| You see, my black and latino people, there are some truths that we have |
| to face. |
| And there are some lies we have to uncover. |
| And there are some fake |
| muh’fuckers out there talkin'. |
| And they talkin' for us, but they not talkin' to |
| us. |
| And they not talkin' about us. |
| They just speakin', as if it was from our |
| perspective |