| Pop/matlock | |
| They call me mr. dynamite | |
| I blow things up in black and white | |
| An end to your charade | |
| A button i have made must be pushed | |
| There is no reason for the sky | |
| When i'm on fire with your lies | |
| So if i can win this fight | |
| Then call me mr. dynamite | |
| So here we stand | |
| Both you and i | |
| We're face to face | |
| But eye to eye? | |
| Tomorrow you may change | |
| And i would be betrayed, my friend... | |
| Oh mommy mommy mommy | |
| Do you remember mr. dynamite? | |
| You know that guy from down the block | |
| He blew things up in black and white | |
| Yesterday he changed | |
| Today he is betrayed | |
| In the street | |
| On the ground | |
| The neighbors gather 'round | |
| Poor mr. dynamite |