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Third World

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',