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 drunk and sing along to
Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
Yeah, I’d rather be
anywhere doing anything
Yeah, I’d rather be anywhere doing anything
Yeah,
I’d rather be anywhere doing anything
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