Hot Potato

Playin' hot potato with a hand grenade 
Shakin' like a leaf on a tree 
you can see my blow myself to smithereens 
Oh look it's raining pieces of me 
Oh look up in the sky 
It's a hole about the size of Texas 
Oh [bad word] it's the end of the world 
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me 

You [bad word] with mother nature, 
And she's gonna get [bad word] 
She don't always act like a lady 
She's the one who added to the gift of life 
And she could always take it away 

Oh look up in the sky 
It's a hole about the size of Texas 
Oh [bad word] it's the end of the world 
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me 

My god is made of balsa wood and porcelain 
I think I'm gonna puke in the sink 
I need another shot of ? 
And then I'll take a break from that to think 

Oh look up in the sky 
It's a hole about the size of Texas 
Oh [bad word] it's the end of the world 
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me 

Oh look up in the sky 
It's a hole about the size of Texas 
Oh [bad word] it's the end of the world 
And don't you come a-crawlin' to me