I'm gonna miss your good humor   when you take it back to Wisconsin   Could you leave it here until the end of the year   or at least until November comes      Someone's crying in the laundry room   I think she threw up in her boyfriend's lap   I hear the sound of breaking glass   and it hits me with all the impact of a wet firecracker   I know damn well that I'm sitting on a wet firecracker      I thought you said you never wait for the fun to start   and you never stop when the party ends   So why'd you put the brakes on   You're gonna be late for your own wake   Take that train outta here      Dead to the world but I can't ignore   what's been hiding in the hallway trash   Everyone likes to claim innocence   until the pigs head out the back      I know damn well that I'll be sleeping on the bathroom floor   It's red and the fuse is spitting like a wet firecracker