Lyrics The World Is Not Made of Flowers - Stephin Merritt

The World Is Not Made of Flowers

Though I will be your judge and jury
Crushing your skull won’t quell my fury
The world is not made of flowers, is it?
Neither am I
If you smell a bullet
Passing through your nose
Red as a rose
Let it be mine
The world is not made of music, is it?
Neither am I
If you hear an arrow
Passing through your ear
And out your rear
Let it be mine
The world is not made of sunlight, is it?
Neither am I
If you see a dagger
Passing through your eye
And then you die
Let it be mine
And while my anger still increases
I’ll piss on all your little pieces