Slow-Mo
Got his hand stuck in the kitchen sink
It was his birthday tomorrow and he couldn't resist
But he never found a sign on his second skin
At least he knows how the other half lives
Inside a little room about four inches wide
With windows glued shut and air that stinks
But he only saw the kitchen and the bath
He should be thankful, so thankful
That all's okay with her
And I wasted, no one's precious time
Like I wasted, I wasted all your precious time, precious time
Was a sorry thing to do was a sorry thing for you
'Cause I wasted, I wasted it all on you