Hot Potato - Circus Contraption

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 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 rounding 'em up

And don’t you come a-crawlin' to me