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I look good in a glass pack
I look good and mean
I look good in metallic sick
Wraparounds blackout tease
I scud along the horizon
I chew some sweet tree
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
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, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb, 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 21
I wake up, I wake up
I threw up when I saw what I'd done
Oh, the wake-up bomb, 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
I'd rather be anywhere, 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
Yeah, atomic, supersonic
What a joke, I'm dumb
See ya, don't wanna be ya
Lunch meat, pond scum
My head's on fire and high esteem...
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