Rocks the Party by NO REDEEMING SOCIAL VALUE
When they drop the bomb on me one hundred thousand will be saved should i crawl into the hole the world would be my microwave billions spent on star wars it won't stop the pain cloud is moving our way i feel i've fought in vain MICROWAVE, MICROWAVE THE WORLD IS MY MICROWAVE sometimes dead is better sometimes more than not what gives them the right to live while i sit here and rot time of doom is near now i live in fear as i cower in my hole i smell my burning soul (sole) never thought it'd come to this never thought it'd cry sitting here in my hell hole sit and wait to die