"Broken Glass" Lyrics

It's fun to run, it's fun to play
It's fun to make things out of clay
It's fun to fill your car with gas
It's fun to break.... things made of glass!

It's fun to spray yourself with Mace
It's fun to squeeze your mother's face
It's fun to mow your daddy's grass
It's fun to break.... things made of glass

But broken glass can cut your hand
And then you'll bleed across the land
Ask any woman, child or man
About the dangers
Of broken glass...
Broken glass....

I like nice girls with gum disease
I like to tickle people's knees
Don't tell me no just tell me yes
And then we'll break.... things made of glass

Sometimes I put on special pants
And then I board a plane to France
When I arrive I start to dance
And then I break....things made of glass

Yeah I know that dance doesn't rhyme with glass
So what you gonna do about it huh

But broken glass will tell you lies
Bleed your soul and blind your eyes
Like a demon with a side of fries
You better beware.... of broken glass
Of broken glass glass

Harmonica solo!

Mmm, children that glass sure does look delicious, doesn't it?
But you can't eat it
'Cause broken glass is not a food
So don't you listen to some dude
Who says put cheese on broken glass
And make a sand-a-wich!
Out of broken glass...

Let's sing a song about broken glass
I'll help you write it after class
There is no song that can surpass
The song we sing
About broken glass...