[Verse 1]

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

We're all so thankful

[Verse 2]

They were wasting

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 to do

'Cause I wasted, I wasted

I wasted it all on you