It was a hot June day, and my ass was sticking to the seat of my girlfriend's car
Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
And when you stuff yourself into a suit and tie
Do you think the judge can see through the sweat
As he gives you your fine for a post-panic attack speeding ticket
On a 90 degree day in New York
And yeah, you're gonna drive home for three hours
To work in a basement for tribute bands making posters
To pay about a fifth of that price
It's just Staten Island traffic in the summer. Oh!
That orange ball
That burning orb of fire in the sky is gonna explode and we're all gonna die!
Except for the foolish few who will "think ahead"
And drive their SUV's to their bomb shelters
Complaining about no air conditioning
Because "baby, we ain't got no more electricity."
They wanna rise when it's done, be a leader with a gun
Be a leader of what? Like a hundred and one?
Well, fuck it, I'm gonna hang out on the rooftop when it comes
Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby
And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess
The only stores that are open, baby
They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream
And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk
And we'll talk talk talk about how much fun we had, yeah, when
We were fuckin' the world
Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
And when you stuff yourself into a suit and tie
Do you think the judge can see through the sweat
As he gives you your fine for a post-panic attack speeding ticket
On a 90 degree day in New York
And yeah, you're gonna drive home for three hours
To work in a basement for tribute bands making posters
To pay about a fifth of that price
It's just Staten Island traffic in the summer. Oh!
That orange ball
That burning orb of fire in the sky is gonna explode and we're all gonna die!
Except for the foolish few who will "think ahead"
And drive their SUV's to their bomb shelters
Complaining about no air conditioning
Because "baby, we ain't got no more electricity."
They wanna rise when it's done, be a leader with a gun
Be a leader of what? Like a hundred and one?
Well, fuck it, I'm gonna hang out on the rooftop when it comes
Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby
And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess
The only stores that are open, baby
They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream
And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk
And we'll talk talk talk about how much fun we had, yeah, when
We were fuckin' the world
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