Lob a Grenade Songtext
von Trauma Cat

Gonna lob a grenade your way
′Cause when I drop bombs I don't like to look you in the face
And that′s the game that we always play
So, baby, don't complain about the meal that you find on your plate

You've got your convictions
And I′ve got my opinions
You′ve got your religion
And I've got my cynicism


Gonna lob a grenade your way
′Cause when I drop bombs I don't like to look you in the face
And that′s the game that we always play
So, baby, don't complain about the meal that you find on your plate

You′ve got your news sources
And I've got my thesaurus
And we rage like Tyrannosaurus
And we spook like deer in the forest

Gonna lob a grenade your way
'Cause when I drop bombs I don′t like to look you in the face
And that′s the game that we always play
So, baby, don't complain about the meal that you find on your plate
About the meal that you find on your plate
About the meal that you find on your plate
About the meal that you find on your plate