It's a can of gas-o-line
Trapped in a s-ink
And I think...
Bad things are happen-ing
And I just happen to think
That someone's gonna grab it and fling
It all over the napkins and the flammable rabbit mink
After they drink
It's gonna be on of those hazardous things
Where people just sit back and laugh as it's happening
I'm trapped by kin
And hundreds
Of bungee jumping
Bad acting friends
How can this be happening?
That's just the first verse
