Smithereens

'Scuse me, sir, are you a saint or a hell-raiser? Wondering if you're gonna be the one that massacres me The etiquette has been tossed in the furnace Scattered in the wind at the beach, dissolving in the sea I'm leaving no stone unturned, merciless We're standing at the edge of the cliff, the tip of the iceberg Smithereens (in smithereens) Smithereens (in smithereens) Exploding into smithereens (in smithereens) Smithereens (in smithereens) Exploding into... Wait a minute, ma'am Are you an angel or a barbarian? Can't seem to tell the difference between a good or a bad person The odds are against us, they're stacking up like the Leaning Tower of Pisa Swaying on a pair of wooden stilts, fingers splintered I'm leaving no stone unturned, merciless We're standing at the edge of the cliff, the tip of the iceberg Smithereens (in smithereens) Smithereens (in smithereens) Exploding into Smithereens (in smithereens) Smithereens (in smithereens) Exploding into...