| Song | Smithereens |
| Artist | The Heart Strings |
| Album | Flap Your Crazy Wings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Dead of night, caught up in a fire fight | |
| Way out on the other side of no mans land | |
| I see my girl hold out her hand | |
| Back and forth, we’re letting our cannons roar | |
| She’s saying just wave your flag and let me in | |
| There’s no deep trench can save your skin | |
| So, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to run me down, to take in, to turn me out | |
| Oh, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to haunt my dreams, to blow my heart | |
| To Smithereens | |
| I stood my ground, till mortars came crashing down | |
| Straight out of the flaming heart of womankind | |
| They knocked me back with blinding light | |
| Pouring blood, chest open and pumping love | |
| I’m thinking oh … | |
| No, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to run me down, to take in, to turn me out | |
| Oh, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to haunt my dreams, to blow my heart | |
| To Smithereens | |
| Sometimes, some days, you get blown to smithereens… | |
| Here she comes | |
| Here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to run me down, to take in, to turn me out | |
| Oh, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to haunt my dreams, to blow my heart | |
| To Smithereens. |
| Dead of night, caught up in a fire fight | |
| Way out on the other side of no mans land | |
| I see my girl hold out her hand | |
| Back and forth, we' re letting our cannons roar | |
| She' s saying just wave your flag and let me in | |
| There' s no deep trench can save your skin | |
| So, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to run me down, to take in, to turn me out | |
| Oh, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to haunt my dreams, to blow my heart | |
| To Smithereens | |
| I stood my ground, till mortars came crashing down | |
| Straight out of the flaming heart of womankind | |
| They knocked me back with blinding light | |
| Pouring blood, chest open and pumping love | |
| I' m thinking oh | |
| No, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to run me down, to take in, to turn me out | |
| Oh, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to haunt my dreams, to blow my heart | |
| To Smithereens | |
| Sometimes, some days, you get blown to smithereens | |
| Here she comes | |
| Here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to run me down, to take in, to turn me out | |
| Oh, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to haunt my dreams, to blow my heart | |
| To Smithereens. |
| Dead of night, caught up in a fire fight | |
| Way out on the other side of no mans land | |
| I see my girl hold out her hand | |
| Back and forth, we' re letting our cannons roar | |
| She' s saying just wave your flag and let me in | |
| There' s no deep trench can save your skin | |
| So, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to run me down, to take in, to turn me out | |
| Oh, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to haunt my dreams, to blow my heart | |
| To Smithereens | |
| I stood my ground, till mortars came crashing down | |
| Straight out of the flaming heart of womankind | |
| They knocked me back with blinding light | |
| Pouring blood, chest open and pumping love | |
| I' m thinking oh | |
| No, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to run me down, to take in, to turn me out | |
| Oh, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to haunt my dreams, to blow my heart | |
| To Smithereens | |
| Sometimes, some days, you get blown to smithereens | |
| Here she comes | |
| Here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to run me down, to take in, to turn me out | |
| Oh, here she comes | |
| Here she comes, to haunt my dreams, to blow my heart | |
| To Smithereens. |