WW3

stuck inside the toilet

think I'm armed but I'm not loaded

mr nice guys everywhere

see them running down the stairs

I know they'll try to confiscate me

then I'm lucky they not ate me but/

my granate is flying

and my brother's allways dying

and my coke's are all on diet

I won't listen to john hiatt

I wonder if I shouldn't fly right out

swing to the left that boat's for me no doubt

noone told me to stay low & hide for WW3

got onto the boat

I put my foot into the jap's face

getting dark I see a spark

the window of a nursery

it's open that's a token

though the room is kinda crowded but/

when I ask around I notice

noone's over four and they accuse me

of abusing them while that's just what I'm

running for

I'm not really here in fact I'm gone

even though these minors turn me on

noone told me to stay low & hide for WW3

so I get out of the window

flyin' faster than my shadow

and I find a nice house

full of commies & a mouse

wearing pale blue working jackets

and a hammer & a cropper but/

guess who's dropping in us ?

weirdo eve's telling us

get your ass into the buss

glittering the glamorous

I'm not really here in fact I'm gone

even though these weirdo's turn me on

noone told me to stay low & hide for WW3