Shut your mouth

if i pull the pin on this hand grenade, baby baby would you run away?

sometimes wish i had a tommy gun, i could blow your face off just for fun

i don't care about the things you do

i've got no inclination to be with you

everything we had baby's down the tube

so there's nothing left to say

so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH

so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH

if you left me baby on a plane tonight, i wouldn't care and i wouldn't cry

if you give me some dynamite, i'll blast you into the stars so bright

i don't care if you are scared of heights

NASA could make you a satellite

you could orbit the earth transmitting shite

and no-one would care

so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH

so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH

you go on and on like a prog-rock song, nobody cares

to all the things you say and all the words you shout, baby shut your mouth

and the milkman, and the postman, and all the children running about

are queuing up to shout at you, baby shut your mouth

if i filled your flat with laughing gas, would it work better than your

prozac?

would run around like the banana splits, wiggling your ass and shaking

your hips?

think you would be better living underground

with the badgers and the moles you'd be homeward bound

we could come out and party when the sun goes down

in a field far away

so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH

so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH