Appetite (For Lightin' Dynamite) - Citizen Cope

Everybody knows 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 yet

First he’s got to live

With the things that he did

People want him leaving

But he isn’t leaving soon

He gets him some smokes

And some hoes

And a hotel room

Then you best duck when he’s through

He’s clinching 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

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 could never forget

The way she moves

She removes your stress

«You ain’t got a clue 'bout nothing like this»

That’s what she says

And she means what she says

See Ava’s got an appetite

For lightin' dynamite

And letting it blow up in her hand