I look good in a glass pack
I look good and mean
I look good in metallic, sick
Wrap-around blackout tease
I scud along the horizon
I drink some sweet tree tea
I get high in my low-ass boot-cut jean
I like being seen
I look good in my drink, eat, no sleep
Take-a-leap longevity
I get high on my attitude, latitude, 1973
But I'm in deep
My head's on fire and 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 and 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 twenty-one
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 and high esteem
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere and 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, giving up
Won the race, I broke the cup
Drank it all, spit it up
Yeah, atomic, Supersonic
What a joke, I, 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 and doing anything