Junktime

Did you hear about the butane tank explosion last night?

More compressed gas than my wildest dreams, up in a flash

The worker's arms look like an old leather jacket

It's a pretty cute thing to call an infectious cancer rash

My neighbor claimed that he could taste the weather

As the flames floated over my block like Santa Claus

I only found all this out a few days later

When it happened, I just thought my screen was on pause

A brand-new savior arrived right at sundown

You could even sink it with your portable device

Oh, but there must have been an error with the order

Turns out it was a totally different Christ

Well, the celebration slowly turned to torture

And now I hear they keep his soggy brain on ice

But I only found out a while later

See, I was on my junk time, just on my junk time

I was on my junk time

On my junk time

On my junk time

On my junk time

On my junk time

On my junk time

I was on my junk time

They started growing vegetables out of plastic

And derived exotic fruit from engine wastes

That's a little more soot than usually found in my diet

But you know me, I just had to have a taste

I really lack the vocabulary to describe it

Imagine a migraine headache as lemon lime

I think they want to get this quick, you know it's going to sell out

And while I wait, I'll be here on my junk time

On my junk time

On my junk time

On my junk time

On my junk time

On my junk time

See, on my junk time

Oh, on my junk time

Seems like my junk time is here now

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Still on it