Hot Potato

Playin' hot potato with a hand grenade
Shakin' like a leaf on a tree
You can see my blow myself to smithereens
Oh, look it’s raining pieces of me
Oh, look up in the sky
It’s a hole about the size of Texas
Oh fuck, it’s the end of the world
And don’t you come a-crawlin' to me
You fuck with mother nature and she’s gonna get pissed
She don’t always act like a Lady
She’s the one who handed you the gift of life
And she could always take it away
Oh look, up in the sky
It’s a hole about the size of Texas
Oh fuck, it’s the end of the world
And don’t you come a-crawlin' to me
My god is made of balsa wood and porcelain
I think I’m gonna puke in the sink
I need another shot of dextromethorphan
Take a break from havin' to think
Oh look, up in the sky
It’s a hole about the size of Texas
Oh fuck, it’s the end of the world
And don’t you come a-crawlin' to me
Oh look, up in the sky
It’s a hole about the size of Texas
Oh fuck, everybody’s rounding 'em up
And don’t you come a-crawlin' to me