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Something's wrong, something's wrong
There's a bomb in my face, decorated in white lace
Something's wrong, something's wrong
People, they look at you
Do you think, do you think of food?
Something's wrong, something's wrong
There's a bomb in my face, decorated in white lace
Something's wrong, something's wrong
People, they look at you
Do you think, do you think of food?

Stretch yourself (Carving out your lungs with a stake)
As far as this will go (Brontosaurus tracks, relax)
All night (Carving out your lungs with a stake)
Follow when I row (Brontosaurus tracks, relax)

Hey, is that your lady? She gave it willingly
And hey, wait, I've got the parts (To fix your head, to fix your head, to fix)
She gave it willingly
(Hey, wait, I've got the parts) To fix her head, fix her head, fix your head

Wait right here, I'm going to explode
Wait right here, I'm exploding
I've got to be in your car
I'm still shooting even par

Stretch yourself (Carving out your lungs with a stake)
As far as this will go (Brontosaurus tracks, relax)
All night (Carving out your lungs with a stake)
Follow when I row (Brontosaurus tracks, relax)

Hey, is that your lady? She gave it willingly
And hey, wait, I've got the parts (To fix your head, to fix your head, to fix)
She gave it willingly
(Hey, wait, I've got the parts) To fix her head, fix her head, fix your head

Something's wrong, something's wrong
There's a bomb in my face, decorated in white lace
Something's wrong, something's wrong
People, they look at you
Do you think, do you think of food?
Something's wrong, something's wrong
There's a bomb in my face, decorated in white lace
Something's wrong, something's wrong
People, they look at you
Do you think, do you think of food?



Credits
Writer(s): Jonny Craig, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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