

Everybody running when the room catches fire,
I'm the motherfucker asking who supplied the lighter.
Everybody screaming, “Man, we're running outta time!” I've been late my whole
life—I'll be fucking fine.
Phone blowing up, somebody wants blood,
Somebody wants money, somebody fucked up,
Everybody looking like the world's gonna end— I seen the world end
twice.
It starts back up again.
Sirens outside.
Bad news inside.
Whole room losing their minds—
I'M HAVING A HELL OF A NIGHT.
EVERYBODY PANICS BUT ME!
Let it fall, let it break,
let it be!
Whole damn building shaking underneath—
EVERYBODY PANICS BUT ME!
I learned something beautiful
When everything went wrong:
CHAOS GETS REAL FUCKING BORING WHEN YOU'VE KNOWN IT THIS LONG.
Bad luck knows my address,
Trouble knows the code,
Life keeps leaving little land mines In the middle of the road.
I don't dodge 'em all—I hit some.
That's how I know they blow.
Funny thing about disaster— After ten or twelve,
you know.
Coffee while they're arguing,
Smile while they accuse,
Everybody thinks I'm fearless— Nah.
I just know what panic doesn't do.
You know when shit gets scary?
When the loudest person
suddenly gets quiet.
I'm already quiet.
EVERYBODY PANICS BUT ME!
Let it fall, let it break,
let it bleed! If the
whole damn night's going straight to hell—
SAVE A FUCKING SEAT FOR ME!
Everybody running for the door,
I'm standing where I've always been.
You call this shit a catastrophe?
I call it Tuesday again.
EVERYBODY PAN—