Wet Firecracker - Silkworm

I’m gonna miss your good humor

When you take it back to Wisconsin

Could you leave it here until the end of the year

Or at least until November comes

Someone’s crying in the laundry room

I think she threw up in her boyfriend’s lap

I hear the sound of breaking glass

And it hits me with all the impact of a wet firecracker, a wet firecracker

I know damn well that I’m sitting on a wet firecracker

I thought you said you never wait for the fun to start

And you never stop when the party ends

So why’d you put the brakes on

You’re gonna be late for your own wake

Take that train outta here

Dead to the world but I can’t ignore

What’s been hiding in the hallway trash

Everyone likes to claim innocence

Until the pigs head out the back

I hear the sound of breaking glass

And it hits me with all the impact of a wet firecracker, a wet firecracker

I know damn well that I’ll be sleeping on the bathroom floor

It’s red and the fuse is spitting like a wet firecracker