| Lyrics: | 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 drink some sweet tree tea
I get high in my
low-ass boot cut cheap
I like being seen
I look good with 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 in high esteem
Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything
Oh, the wake-up
bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
My head's on
fire in 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 wake up (I wake up)
I threw
up when I saw what I'd done
Oh, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
My head's on
fire in high esteem
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the
scene
Yeah, 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
Again
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
My head's on fire in
high esteem
Get dr |
