Waiting for the Next Explosion

Missing link crouched upon a promontory rock
Trying to figure out his biological clock
No one around to announce his arrival
So he's got to get to work on that sense of survival

Oh, oh, it's a dangerous world

Oh, but in China they got smart real fast
That's where they invented the man-made blast
They lost a few fingers and some bamboo shacks
But they gave birth to a tribe of pyromaniacs

Oh, oh, it's a dangerous world
Fire in the sky, lava in the ocean
Sitting around waiting for the next explosion

Back in the fifties, they thought it made good sense
To teach all the school children about civil defense
Don't be scared, do not cry (Please don't cry)
Just dive under your desk and kiss your ass goodbye

Oh, oh, such a dangerous world
It was a hell of a hustle, paranoia promotion
Everybody duck and cover
Just waiting for the next explosion

Where are you gonna be when it hits the fan?
Got a plan?
What you're gonna do if it lands on you?
Where's your point of view?

Down at the beach club, there's a sales convention
Night sky is the focus of that crowd's attention
It's no cosmic collision, just a fireworks show
But they feel it in their hearts when those concussion bombs blow

Oh, oh, such a dangerous world
Gunpowder's louder than Newton's law of motion
Everybody's waiting for the next explosion
Fire in the sky, falling in the ocean
Sitting around waiting for the next explosion

Sitting around waiting for the next explosion
Sitting around waiting for the next explosion
Sitting around waiting for the next explosion
Sitting around waiting for the next explosion
Sitting around waiting for the next explosion
Sitting around waiting for the next explosion