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