Kitchenette Lyrics - Grinderman 2 - Grinderman

I keep hanging around your kitchenette 

And I'm gonna get a pot to cook you in 

I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar 

And crush all your Gingerbread Men 

Cause I want you 

I want you to be my friend 

I want you 

I wanna be your solitary man 

Try not to wake the executioner 

He's sleeping with a fireman's axe 

He leaves his glass eye on the pillow 

And his dentures floating there in a glass 

What's this husband of yours ever given to you 

Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen 

And a brood of jug-eared buck-toothed imbeciles 

The ugliest kids I've ever seen