Third World Think Tank

I walked into the room, and she was right

there waiting. Leaning up against the bar,

well she was perpertraitin'. Slick as snot her

spandex, and blacker than some coal, she

set her gaze upon my bootie, with disco in

her soul. So much for indecision, so quick

did she decide, the temptress with her doors

open inviting me inside. "I want to take you

home with me", said the sparkle in her eye.

"I would like to honey, but I'm about to die."



I have got a time bomb, I strapped it to my

chest. When it blows I'm out of here, you can

have what's left.



The room got kind of quiet, and you could smell

the fear. I only heard the jukebox play "A Tear

is in My Beer". "So what's the verdict Mister?

When's it gonna blow?" I just winked at her and

said, "Darlin' I don't know."

Time-bomb tickin' in the room, everybody

goes someday, blows so quick you better be,

somewhere where it's safe. Thin skinned

thread-bare thinkin', now you're gonna die,

don't try to rock the jukebox, just kiss this

world good-bye.

What's the deal, don't you feel, alone now in

the silence? Pushing up the daisies now,

there's better ways for you to diet. Seeking

after sucker wealth, suckers feel what suckers

dealt, All your life you stuffed your face, now

you're dead I rest my case. Got a story here

to tell, so you better listen well. some old lady

in a church, got a nickel in her purse. You

were rich, she was poor. You dropped some

fifties on the floor. She dropped her nickel

with a clank, she was thinkin' Third World

Think Tank.



The Karaoke master, the drunkard, and the

jerk, ditch this sorry world and all its worth.

Keep your candle burning, waiting for the

time, ready to explode, the bomb is primed.