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'Scuse me, sir, are you a saint or a hell-raiser?
Wondering if you're gonna be the one that massacres me
The etiquette has been tossed in the furnace
Scattered in the wind at the beach, dissolving in the sea
I'm leaving no stone unturned, merciless
We're standing at the edge of the cliff, the tip of the iceberg
Smithereens (in smithereens)
Smithereens (in smithereens)
Exploding into smithereens (in smithereens)
Smithereens (in smithereens)
Exploding into...
Wait a minute, ma'am
Are you an angel or a barbarian?
Can't seem to tell the difference between a good or a bad person
The odds are against us, they're stacking up like the Leaning Tower of Pisa
Swaying on a pair of wooden stilts, fingers splintered
I'm leaving no stone unturned, merciless
We're standing at the edge of the cliff, the tip of the iceberg
Smithereens (in smithereens)
Smithereens (in smithereens)
Exploding into Smithereens (in smithereens)
Smithereens (in smithereens)
Exploding into...