Sitting on a Bomb

Sitting on a bomb
Wonder, will it come
Will I see the end of this blue?
Will there be a crack?
Will it all turn black?
Will it be goodbye to you?
…and then I’m blown to bits
Man, I’m having fits
What am I going to do
Waiting for you
Mr. Bomb Disposal Man, won’t you help me if you can
I’m tired of waiting to die
Thank god I’m…
There’s nothing else to fear
He will just take out the fuse, alright
Hey what’s that you say
Come back another day
Lord knows I like a joke
What am I going to do
Waiting for you
Mr. Bomb Disposal Man, won’t you help me if you can
I’m tired of waiting to die
But if I die
(Ooh, ooh ooh)
Please bury my pieces in the neatest
The sweetest way you can
You think you found a way
To get the fuse away
It really was a stroke of luck
I’ve been here all the night
Man it was a fright
I really thought that I was stuck
… I will be safe-