Please Pardon Our Progress!!! - Disclaimer

I’m an M-80 burning at both ends

There’s a perpetual itch inside my skin

The next forty years are closing in on whatever’s left to smash

And I promise when I self-destruct

I’ll at least make a funny sound

Wouldn’t want her to go unentertained for a second

When I’m around

She slant-drills and she undermines

She’s the anti-bird spikes on the pet store sign

Burning everything she’s left behind

Little heartbreaker, ha ha ha

So combat fatigues and war supplies

No one sees all the nothing in my eyes

And I won’t wear your smiley face disguise

Happiness is no longer an option