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Playin' hot potato with a hand grenade Shakin' like a leaf on a tree You can see me blow myself to smithereens Oh, look, it's rainin' pieces of me Oh, look up in the sky It's a hole about the size of Texas Oh fuck, it's the end of the world And don't you come a-crawlin' to me You fuck with mother nature and she's gonna get pissed She don't always act like a lady She's the one who handed you 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 fuck, 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 dextromethorphan Take a break from havin' to think Oh, look up in the sky It's a hole about the size of Texas Oh fuck, 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 fuck, everybody's runnin' amok And don't you come a-crawlin' to me
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