Appetite (for Lightin' Dynamite) Lyrics - Citizen Cope - Citizen Cope

Everybody know 

When he's coming to town 

They're locking the doors 

And they don't make a sound 

People want him dead 

But he won't die, yeah 

First he's got to live 

With the things that he did 

People want him leaving 

But he ain't leaving soon 

He gets him some smokes 

And some hoes and a hotel room 

And then you best watch 

When he's through 

He clinches his fists 

And he's lookin' for you 

'Cause Darren's got an appetite 

For lightin' dynamite 

And letting it blow up in his hands 

Darren's got an appetite 

For lightin' dynamite 

And letting it blow up in his hands 

Darren's got an appetite 

For lightin' dynamite 

And letting it blow up in his hands 

Darren's got an appetite 

For lightin' dynamite 

And letting it blow up 

Ava's got a Frank Sinatra tune 

Ava's got the sun 

And the wind 

And the moon 

Ava's got a lawyer 

And a baller 

And a 4-foot taller 

And a bullfighter from Spain too 

But I guess 

You would never forget 

The way she moves 

She removes your stress 

"Ain't got a clue 'bout nothing like this" 

That's what she said 

And she means what she said 

'Cause Ava's got an appetite 

For lightin' dynamite 

And letting it blow up in her hand 

Ava's got an appetite 

For lightin' dynamite 

And letting it blow up in her hand 

Ava's got an appetite 

For lightin' dynamite 

And letting it blow up in her hand 

Ava's got an appetite 

For lightin' dynamite 

And letting it blow up in her hand