You gotta wait for the punch line
I swear this one will kill you
It's being thirty-something in America
And running for a train that left the station without you
Hold for applause
And cue the laugh track
Was that Pat Sajack?
I'm spinning the wheel where every other space is black
This shit is whack
And I don't fucking
I don't fucking buy that
Let's build a time machine
So all of the elite
Can make a little bit more money
This isn't how they said it would be
I thought by now I'd have a robot serving me
Sometimes I wanna
I want to blow up everything
Because you know
The internet
Everyone's so clever but I wonder
If they ever had a single original thought between them?
Is this the future?
Oh man I really hope not
Where is my flying car and talking robot?
Maybe I'm thinking that I'm thinking too much
And since I'm thinking we don't drink and laugh enough
Sometimes I wanna
I want to blow up everything
With 401ks disappearing
In a flash of smoke just like a magic act
Houdini had the right idea
Sneak out the back
I'm thirty-something and I'm just coming clean
I'm thirty-something and I'm running out of steam
Sometimes I wanna
I want to blow up everything
This isn't how they said it would be
I want my money back
Sometimes I wanna
I want to blow up everything
Sometimes I wanna
I want to blow up everything
Sometimes I wanna
I want to blow up everything
Sometimes I wanna
I really wanna