I'm gonna miss your good humornwhen you take it back to WisconsinnCould you leave it here until the end of the yearnor at least until November comesnnSomeone's crying in the laundry roomnI think she threw up in her boyfriend's lapnI hear the sound of breaking glassnand it hits me with all the impact of a wet firecrackernI know damn well that I'm sitting on a wet firecrackernnI thought you said you never wait for the fun to startnand you never stop when the party endsnSo why'd you put the brakes onnYou're gonna be late for your own wakenTake that train outta herennDead to the world but I can't ignorenwhat's been hiding in the hallway trashnEveryone likes to claim innocencenuntil the pigs head out the backnnI know damn well that I'll be sleeping on the bathroom floornIt's red and the fuse is spitting like a wet firecrackern