Circus Contraption Hot Potato
Playin' hot potato with a hand grenade
Shakin' like a leaf on a tree
you can see my blow myself to smithereens
Oh look it's raining pieces of me
Oh look up in the sky
It's a hole about the size of Texas
Oh f..ck it's the end of the world
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me
You f..ck with mother nature,
And she's gonna get pissed
She don't always act like a lady
She's the one who added to the gift of life
And she could always take it away
Oh look up in the sky
It's a hole about the size of Texas
Oh f..ck it's the end of the world
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me
My god is made of balsa wood and porcelain
I think I'm gonna puke in the sink
I need another shot of ?
And then I'll take a break from that to think
Oh look up in the sky
It's a hole about the size of Texas
Oh f..ck it's the end of the world
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me
Oh look up in the sky
It's a hole about the size of Texas
Oh f..ck it's the end of the world
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me
