Something's wrong, Something's wrong
There's a bomb in my face, decorated in white lace
Something's wrong, Something's wrong
When people they look at you, Do you think
do you think of food?
Stretch yourself as far as this can go at night
Follow when I row
Carving out some lungs with a stake
Brontosaurus tracks, relax
Hey is that your lady?
She gave it willingly
hey wait I've got the parts, to fix your head
wait right here, I'm about to explode
wait right here, I'm exploding
I've got to be in your car
I'm still shooting even par
