Wet Firecracker I'm gonna miss your good humor When you take it back to Wisconsin Could you leave it here until the end of the year Or at least until November comes
Someone's crying in the laundry room I think she threw up in her boyfriend's lap I hear the sound of breaking glass And it hits me with all the impact of a wet firecracker I know damn well that I'm sitting on a wet firecracker
I thought you said you never wait for the fun to start And you never stop when the party ends
So why'd you put the brakes on You're gonna be late for your own wake Take that train outta here
Dead to the world but I can't ignore What's been hiding in the hallway trash Everyone likes to claim innocence Until the pigs head out the back
I know damn well that I'll be sleeping on the bathroom floor It's red and the fuse is spitting like a wet firecracker