Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Potato, artist - Circus Contraption. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Hot Potato |
| Playin' hot potato with a hand grenade |
| Shakin' like a leaf on a tree |
| You can see my blow myself to smithereens |
| Oh, look it’s raining pieces of me |
| Oh, look up in the sky |
| It’s a hole about the size of Texas |
| Oh fuck, it’s the end of the world |
| And don’t you come a-crawlin' to me |
| You fuck with mother nature and she’s gonna get pissed |
| She don’t always act like a Lady |
| She’s the one who handed you the gift of life |
| And she could always take it away |
| Oh look, up in the sky |
| It’s a hole about the size of Texas |
| Oh fuck, it’s the end of the world |
| And don’t you come a-crawlin' to me |
| My god is made of balsa wood and porcelain |
| I think I’m gonna puke in the sink |
| I need another shot of dextromethorphan |
| Take a break from havin' to think |
| Oh look, up in the sky |
| It’s a hole about the size of Texas |
| Oh fuck, it’s the end of the world |
| And don’t you come a-crawlin' to me |
| Oh look, up in the sky |
| It’s a hole about the size of Texas |
| Oh fuck, everybody’s rounding 'em up |
| And don’t you come a-crawlin' to me |