Saturday night he comes home stinking
Sunday morning she wakes up thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking
Does she need to get the kids dressed to go to church
Hes pulled a shotgun out of the lurch
He heads for the tv room starts to search
His problems swollen like a river and his realitys shrinking
He finds them huddled by the toy box and splatters em all
The ken and the midge and the skipper doll
They look like a family but theyre really not at all
Well hes sad but he aint sorry
It aint the end of the world
Its just the wreck of the barbie ferrari
He wonders if he ever said I do
To that little blonde plastic voodoo
And his minds gone fishin
Well it started just as plain as the nose on your face
Now its in a thousand peices all over the place
He thought she was driving but its twisted beyond recognition
All the diapers and the tutus and the basketballs
She was givin them a lift to the promised mall
But somewhere by the tv that v-12 stalled
As he loaded the chamber her eyes got starry
It aint the end of the world
Its just wreck of the barbie ferrari
When they get home from church wont they be sorry
Hes cornered em all on his urban safari
It aint the end of the world...
Hes played with cars and guns since he could crawl
Now he wishes hed never met that doll with her face gone
There wasnt nothing he ever thought about
He couldnt drive through or shoot his way out
As he surveys the family room littered with dolls
He cant find one leg to stand on
He aims the gun at his head now hes starting to cry
Looking for the courage to let it fly
Cant live without his family now that something has died
Hes not sure whos hurt not sure whos sorry
It aint the end of the world...