Sanoja: Billy Squier. Time - Bomb.
I'm sittin' on a time-bomb
The world is like a time-bomb
And it's about to explode...
There once was a young boy...a modestly done boy
Who seemed pretty normal on sight
Wantin' for nothin'...but wantin' for somethin'
But mama made everything right
Inside her protection he learned of rejection
By a world that was not quite his own
He took his reward in a double-edged sword
Now the poor boy is always alone
He built himself a time-bomb
A ticking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
His world is like a time-bomb
A walking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
Now off on a new day...alone in her own way
A young girl waits by the phone
Longin' for daddy...she's missin' him badly
She knows that he's not comin' home
So down by the levee...her heart weighin' heavy
She knows that she's got to break free
She falls when she sees him...she knows how to please him
They can't see the woods for the trees
She built herself a time-bomb
A walking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
She's sittin' on a time-bomb
A ticking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
You gotta have faith late into the night
If there's another day...try to make it right
Find another way...shine another light
So now they're both older...their world growin' colder
And nothin' appears as it seemed
They look to their future...and the wounds that they nurture
And try to hold on to their dreams
This terrible twosome have really been through some
Scenes that they both know by heart
Mem'ries that jail them...support that has failed them
And they laugh but it tears them apart
We're sittin' on a time-bomb
A ticking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
This world is like a time-bomb
A walking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
The world is like a time-bomb
A ticking, talking time-bomb
We're sittin' on a time-bomb and it's about to explode
I see the enemy...and he looks like me
I see the enemy...and he looks like me
Looks a lot like you--looks a lot like me
Looks a lot like you--looks a lot like me
The world is like a time-bomb
And it's about to explode...
There once was a young boy...a modestly done boy
Who seemed pretty normal on sight
Wantin' for nothin'...but wantin' for somethin'
But mama made everything right
Inside her protection he learned of rejection
By a world that was not quite his own
He took his reward in a double-edged sword
Now the poor boy is always alone
He built himself a time-bomb
A ticking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
His world is like a time-bomb
A walking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
Now off on a new day...alone in her own way
A young girl waits by the phone
Longin' for daddy...she's missin' him badly
She knows that he's not comin' home
So down by the levee...her heart weighin' heavy
She knows that she's got to break free
She falls when she sees him...she knows how to please him
They can't see the woods for the trees
She built herself a time-bomb
A walking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
She's sittin' on a time-bomb
A ticking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
You gotta have faith late into the night
If there's another day...try to make it right
Find another way...shine another light
So now they're both older...their world growin' colder
And nothin' appears as it seemed
They look to their future...and the wounds that they nurture
And try to hold on to their dreams
This terrible twosome have really been through some
Scenes that they both know by heart
Mem'ries that jail them...support that has failed them
And they laugh but it tears them apart
We're sittin' on a time-bomb
A ticking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
This world is like a time-bomb
A walking, talking time-bomb
It's about to explode under me
The world is like a time-bomb
A ticking, talking time-bomb
We're sittin' on a time-bomb and it's about to explode
I see the enemy...and he looks like me
I see the enemy...and he looks like me
Looks a lot like you--looks a lot like me
Looks a lot like you--looks a lot like me
Squier, Billy