Junktime

Did you hear about the butane tank explosion last night?
More compressed gas than my wildest dreams, up in a flash
The worker's arms look like an old leather jacket
It's a pretty cute thing to call an infectious cancer rash

My neighbor claimed that he could taste the weather
As the flames floated over my block like Santa Claus
I only found all this out a few days later
When it happened, I just thought my screen was on pause

A brand-new savior arrived right at sundown
You could even sink it with your portable device
Oh, but there must have been an error with the order
Turns out it was a totally different Christ

Well, the celebration slowly turned to torture
And now I hear they keep his soggy brain on ice
But I only found out a while later
See, I was on my junk time, just on my junk time

I was on my junk time
On my junk time
On my junk time
On my junk time
On my junk time
On my junk time
I was on my junk time

They started growing vegetables out of plastic
And derived exotic fruit from engine wastes
That's a little more soot than usually found in my diet
But you know me, I just had to have a taste

I really lack the vocabulary to describe it
Imagine a migraine headache as lemon lime
I think they want to get this quick, you know it's going to sell out
And while I wait, I'll be here on my junk time

On my junk time
On my junk time
On my junk time
On my junk time
On my junk time
See, on my junk time
Oh, on my junk time
Seems like my junk time is here now

Still on it