Sorry We're Open

Sorry we're open

Come in, we're closed

I'm warming the raclette oven

I said, come in, we're clothed

It was great talking to you

Having nothing to say

But now that that's been said

Go fuck away

My guitar like a kalashnikov

My bass drum like a bazooka

Pick up your artillery

In the midst of defeat

And if I'm gonna raise my voice

It's my weapon of choice

The end of entertainment

Is the beginning of war

My guitar, my guitar

I'm cursing in ointment

Hear me snorting a symphony

Every flatulence an opera

Every drop of sweat an elegy

Create something out of nothing (My guitar)

I'm faking a highlight, I could

My fingerprints in mass production (My guitar)

A pubic hair nailed to a piece of wood

My guitar like a kalashnikov

My bass drum like a bazooka

Pick up your artillery

In the midst of defeat

And if I'm gonna crack my voice

Because it is my weapon of choice

The end of entertainment

Is the beginning of war

My guitar, my guitar

I don't know where I'm going

So everybody follow me

I don't know where I'm going

So everybody follow me

I don't know where I'm going

So everybody follow me

If I knew where I was going

I wouldn't want you to come with me

My guitar like a kalashnikov

My bass drum like a bazooka

Pick up your artillery

In the midst of defeat

And if I'm gonna raise my voice

Because it is my weapon of choice

The end of entertainment

Is the beginning of war

My guitar, my guitar