Call 911

The sun no longer shines on your side
Remember this cold
When the fog won’t lift in your town
And you turn old
I heard you killed your only friend last year
You’re such a disease
You can buy your other friends
But you can’t buy me
Chorus: Disarm
Can you hear the British ambulance?
Breaking down, trick, bomb still goes
Tick tick, time on by, watching me explode
When did I create you?
Did you ever destroy me?
Can this be settled with questions?
I can’t think of anything
I’m just a little boy with an untrained voice
But I have cannons for arms
I can play the guitar and songs
With hidden missiles and bombs