I walked
into the room, and she was right
there
waiting. Leaning up against the bar,
well she
was perpertraitin'. Slick as snot her
spandex,
and blacker than some coal, she
set her
gaze upon my bootie, with disco in
her soul.
So much for indecision, so quick
did she
decide, the temptress with her doors
open inviting
me inside. "I want to take you
home with
me", said the sparkle in her eye.
"I would
like to honey, but I'm about to die."
I have
got a time bomb, I strapped it to my
chest.
When it blows I'm out of here, you can
have what's
left.
The room
got kind of quiet, and you could smell
the fear.
I only heard the jukebox play "A Tear
is in
My Beer". "So what's the verdict Mister?
When's
it gonna blow?" I just winked at her and
said,
"Darlin' I don't know."
Time-bomb
tickin' in the room, everybody
goes someday,
blows so quick you better be,
somewhere
where it's safe. Thin skinned
thread-bare
thinkin', now you're gonna die,
don't
try to rock the jukebox, just kiss this
world
good-bye.
What's
the deal, don't you feel, alone now in
the silence?
Pushing up the daisies now,
there's
better ways for you to diet. Seeking
after
sucker wealth, suckers feel what suckers
dealt,
All your life you stuffed your face, now
you're
dead I rest my case. Got a story here
to tell,
so you better listen well. some old lady
in a church,
got a nickel in her purse. You
were rick,
she was poor. You dropped some
fifties
on the floor. She dropped her nickel
with a
clak, she was thinkin' Third World
Think
Tank.
The Karaoke
master, the drunkard, and the
jerk,
ditch this sorry world and all its worth.
Keep your
candle burning, waiting for the
time,
ready to explode, the bomb is primed.