Five Iron Frenzy: Third World Think Tank

I walked into the room, and she was right
there waiting. Leaning up against the bar,
well she was perpertraitin'. Slick as snot her
spandex, and blacker than some coal, she
set her gaze upon my bootie, with disco in
her soul. So much for indecision, so quick
did she decide, the temptress with her doors
open inviting me inside. "I want to take you
home with me", said the sparkle in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm about to die."

I have got a time bomb, I strapped it to my
chest. When it blows I'm out of here, you can
have what's left.

The room got kind of quiet, and you could smell
the fear. I only heard the jukebox play "A Tear
is in My Beer". "So what's the verdict Mister?
When's it gonna blow?" I just winked at her and
said, "Darlin' I don't know."
Time-bomb tickin' in the room, everybody
goes someday, blows so quick you better be,
somewhere where it's safe. Thin skinned
thread-bare thinkin', now you're gonna die,
don't try to rock the jukebox, just kiss this
world good-bye.
What's the deal, don't you feel, alone now in
the silence? Pushing up the daisies now,
there's better ways for you to diet. Seeking
after sucker wealth, suckers feel what suckers
dealt, All your life you stuffed your face, now
you're dead I rest my case. Got a story here
to tell, so you better listen well. some old lady
in a church, got a nickel in her purse. You
were rich, she was poor. You dropped some
fifties on the floor. She dropped her nickel
with a clank, she was thinkin' Third World
Think Tank.

The Karaoke master, the drunkard, and the
jerk, ditch this sorry world and all its worth.
Keep your candle burning, waiting for the
time, ready to explode, the bomb is primed.