Lyrics

You can pour your heart, and your soul out into your work But you make one rail pipe bomb and suddenly you're the pipe bomb guy There's so much more to me that makes me who I am I am an artist, I am a lover, I am a railway mechanic, I play cribbage on Sundays But one little pipe bomb and, "Ooh, here comes the pipe bomb guy Don't talk to him, he made a pipe bomb" It didn't even go off That'd be like if you play table tennis one time, and you weren't even good at it And suddenly everyone's calling you the table tennis guy "Oh, here comes Mr. Ping Pong"