Whatchu workin’ on
Whatchu got in your hand
Whatchu workin’ on
Whatchu got in your hand
Faster than a speeding bullet
And louder than a gun
Stuck like a hair trigger
Nothing’s getting done
If you think that you’re going nowhere
Nowhere’s where you’re at
And if you really can’t deal with that
And if you really can’t deal with that
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Dumber than a box of rocks
Thrown from the second floor
Sweeter than a box of chocolates
That you bought at some expensive store
Take em back
I don’t want em
I can’t eat sweets anyway
Take em back
I don’t need them
Gimme my money anyway
Older than the oldest ocean
Deeper than the deepest sea
Smaller than the smallest tributary of a river next to me
Take it back
I don’t want it
I’m on dry land don’t you understand
Take it back
I don’t need it
I drink my water from a can it comes from a can
Oh can I have your attention please
There’s been a robbery
Oh, can I have your attention please
There’s been a robbery
A robbery of intellect
A robbery of intellect
And I don’t
Know
Who this is for
Who this is for
But you’ll get yours
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