I look good in a glass pack I look good and mean I look good in metallic sick Wraparounds blackout tease I scud along the horizon I chew some sweet tree I get high in my low-ass boot-cut jean I like being seen I look good in my drink-eat-no-sleep, take-a-leap longevity I get high on my attitude, latitude, 1973 I'm in deep
My head's on fire and high esteem Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything Oh, the wake-up bomb, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb, the wake-up bomb My head's on fire and high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything
I had to knock a few buildings over I make an ugly mess I had to blow a gasket, drop transmission I had to decompress I had to write the great American novel I had a neutron bomb I had to teach the world to sing by the age of 21 I wake up, I wake up I threw up when I saw what I'd done
Oh, the wake-up bomb, the wake-up bomb My head's on fire and high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene I'd rather be anywhere, doing anything
I've had enough, I've seen enough I've had it all, I'm giving up I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up
Yeah, atomic, supersonic What a joke, I'm dumb See ya, don't wanna be ya Lunch meat, pond scum
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