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Get outYou don't want to be around hereWhen I explodeDuck downI'm a handmade hand grenade with an itchy trigger finger that is resting on your pulse Where were you when the bombs came down? Well, man, I checked and you were out of town She smeltLike a pack of cigarettes and she never had a problem settling for second bestWhen she fellUh, ohI happened to be there to catch her and attach my latch upon her so she never could escapeI'm still learning(I'm finally listening) From Letras Mania