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 Still on it