The Wake-Up Bomb [Live From Atlanta, GA/ 10/4/1995]

I look good in a glass pack I look good and mean I look good in metallic sick wraparound blackout tease I scud along the horizon, I drink some sweet tree I get high in my low-ass boot-cut jean I like being seen I look good with my drink-eat-no-sleep, take-a-leap longevity I get high on my attitude, latitude, 1973 I'm in deep My head's on fire and high esteem Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb My head's on fire and high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything I had to knock a few buildings over I make an ugly mess I had to blow a gasket Drop transmission I had to decompress I had to write the great American novel I had a neutron bomb I had to teach the world to sing by the age of 21 I wake up (I wake up) I wake up (I wake up) I threw up when I saw what I'd done Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb My head's on fire and high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up Yeah, atomic, supersonic What a joke, I'm dumb See ya, don't want to be you Lunch meat, Pond scum My head's on fire in high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything Yeah