Hand Grenade
(Falling on a hand grenade)
We're seconds away from pullin' the trigger
Moments away from letting it go
I don't know how the problem got bigger
Now is the time, I'm gonna explode
Can't hold on, yesterday's gone
I'm counting on you
We're seconds away from pullin' the trigger
Moments away from letting it go
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Pull the pin, we're on our way
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Tonight, I feel a little empty inside
Now I'm leaving through the front door
Don't need your lies, you're in disguise
Don't know you anymore
I see your world crumbling down
You bled me dry
I'll be fine when you're not around
Good fucking bye
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Pull the pin, we're on our way
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
There is no escape, time to settle the score
You can try to hide, but death is at the front door
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Bombs away
From you, there's no escape
Bombs away
From you, there's no escape
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Pull the pin, we're on our way
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
There is no escape, time to settle the score
You can try to hide, but death is at the front door
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Bombs away
From you, there's no escape
Bombs away
From you there's no escape
We're seconds away from pullin' the trigger
Moments away from letting it go
I don't know how the problem got bigger
Now is the time, I'm gonna explode
Can't hold on, yesterday's gone
I'm counting on you
We're seconds away from pullin' the trigger
Moments away from letting it go
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Pull the pin, we're on our way
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Tonight, I feel a little empty inside
Now I'm leaving through the front door
Don't need your lies, you're in disguise
Don't know you anymore
I see your world crumbling down
You bled me dry
I'll be fine when you're not around
Good fucking bye
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Pull the pin, we're on our way
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
There is no escape, time to settle the score
You can try to hide, but death is at the front door
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Bombs away
From you, there's no escape
Bombs away
From you, there's no escape
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Pull the pin, we're on our way
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
There is no escape, time to settle the score
You can try to hide, but death is at the front door
Falling on a hand grenade
(Whoa, we're goin' down, goin' down)
Bombs away
From you, there's no escape
Bombs away
From you there's no escape
Credits
Writer(s): Travis L Barker, John William Feldmann, Kevin Howard Gruft, Craig Edward Mabbitt
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