Third World

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',