Highasakite - I, the Hand Grenade Lyrics

Yes, the real terrorist is me, my love.
Yeah, the real terrorist is me.

I am a vital weapon, I'm a hand grenade.
My ignorance a tool to justify.

Yes, the real terrorist is me, my love.
Yeah, the real terrorist is me.

Still nothing to gain, we suffer more.
Flight, trade, coffins load into the ground.

Right here is suburbian homes.
Right here is suburbian, wo-oohohooh,.
Right here is suburbian homes.
Right here is suburbian.

Whoooo-oooo-ooo

Yes, the real parasite is me, my love.
Yeah, the real parasite is me.

I am a vital weapon, I'm an infantry.
My ignorance a tool to justify.

Yes, the real parasite is me, my love.
Yeah, the real parasite is me.

Still nothing to gain, we suffer more.
Flight, trade, coffins load into the ground.

Right here is suburbian homes
Right here is suburbia, who-oooo.
Right here is suburbian homes.
Right here is suburbia, who-oooo.

Whoooo-oooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo-ooooooooo

Ooo-ooo-ooooo
Ooo-ooo-oooooooo

I, the hand grenade.

I bash into the table and burst, and you bring out your worst.

Right here is suburbian homes.
Right here is suburbia, who-oooo.
Right here is suburbian homes.
Right here is suburbia, who-oooo.

Right here is suburbian homes.
Right here is suburbia, who-oooo.
Right here is suburbian homes.
Right here is suburbia, who-oooo.

Right here is suburbian homes.
Right here is suburbia, who-oooo.
Right here is suburbian homes.
Right here is suburbia, who-oooo.

Whoooo-oooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo-ooooooooo

Ooo-ooo-ooooo
Ooo-ooo-oooooooo
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