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Texty: Black Lips. 200 Million Thousand. Short Fuse.

Don't light me up I got a short fuse
Don't put me down I just love the dirt
Don't tie me up 'cause I'll just get loose
Don't try to play you might get hurt

The violence in Europe is oozing
Just like the pus from a broken scab
Got made a man from nights of boozing
Gonna be just like my Dad

Hey Mr. Postman, what's the news today?
Can you tell me if everything's gonna be okay?
My eyes are wide open and the drapes have been drawn
My mind is smoking, blowing up like an atom bomb

Don't light me up I got a short fuse
Don't put me down I just love the dirt
Don't tie me up 'cause I'll just get loose
Don't try to play you might get hurt

The dogs are gone and I can't get work
The sun shines down like a 40 watt bulb
I told my mom and she went berserk
Should have done what I been told

Hey Humpty Dumpty, I guess you learned your lesson
You got made into breakfast by some fat old Texan
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't find a reason and pushed Humpty to his end

Don't light me up I got a short fuse
Don't put me down I just love the dirt
Don't tie me up 'cause I'll just get loose
Don't try to play you might get hurt

Don't light me up I got a short fuse
Don't put me down I just love the dirt
Don't tie me up 'cause I'll just get loose
Don't try to play you might get hurt