Staplegun Lyrics

Savoring the moments you finally get alone,
Locked up in the bathroom shaving legs down to the bone.
Your artistry leaves me breathless.
Fifty silver staples running up and down each arm.
Whatever keeps you focused, keeps you out of harm
I understand, you get restless

Mornings like these hey, we all get bored
You keep on telling me that's what friends are for

Moving like a reptile, war paint on your chest.
Things that get you off stink and make a mess.
But you really ought to see your bright eyes.
When they sparkle just like diamonds and pearls

Hey you're on my machine again
You holler at me again
You say I'm missing the fun
Hey they turned off the fridge again
Bandaged your wrists again
With a stapling...
When I think about you
I think skin as soft as butter
Like a warrior child from Africa
You're fending off the others
And you love it when they run
From your staple gun

Swabbing out the fluids, mixing up the muds.
It's hard to keep a hard-on covered with your blood.
It's time to get committed and the cameras are rolling

Mornings like these hey, we all get bored.
You keep on telling me that's what love is for.
Hey you're on my machine again,
You holler at me again, you say I'm missing the fun.
Hey they turned off the fridge again.
Bandaged your wrists again, with a stapling...