There's sixty seconds to go, the clock is counting down.
I set off all the alarms and folks are runnin' round.
There's no one else who can do this in this little town.
It's up to me and a choice: do I pull blue or brown?
Now forty seconds are left, and I just wish I knew;
Not like there's hints on the bomb to tell me what to do.
I might as well flip a coin to pick between the two.
I've got one choice left to make: do I pull brown or blue?
Just twenty seconds remain until it ends my plight.
I'll either go up in smoke, or else I'll be alright.
If I just could just see my son, oh how I'd hold him tight.
I'll pull the blue one and I'll just have to pray it's ri