Explode - Smut Peddlers

Everyday I wake up it’s always the same

Like a puzzled panther waiting to be caged

Which way do I go, is it back the way that I came

Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode

I’m wound too tight, The fuse is getting short.

Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode

I’m wound too tight, The fuse is getting short.

Too old to gang bang, I already dyed my hair

Will I be here tomorrow or will I disappear

I used to wonder why, now I don’t care

Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode

I’m wound too tight, The fuse is getting short.

Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode

I’m wound too tight, The fuse is getting short.

I’ve tried drinking alcohol like a gentleman

and I’ve tried mixing massive amounts smack with my blow

If you ask me if I was in control

I’d have to answer no

But when I focus on what’s right up in front of me

It looks like there might be hope

Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode

I’m wound too tight, The fuse is getting short.

Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode, Think I’m gonna explode

I’m wound too tight, The fuse is getting short.