We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive
We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up
Now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply
And there's a fume
In this truck
And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's a fume
In this truck
And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?
We spent many years always tryin to get high
Smokin' broken pencils and beatin' up kids
Talkin' to the devil and drinkin' a coke
Now we're totally rockin', totally rockin'
And there's a fume
In this truck
And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's a fume
In this truck
And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?
We got a good idea so we pulled off the road
Got some molly hatchet goin' on the stereo
I said, let's roll up the windows, and let the nitrous go
Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing
And there's a fume
In this truck
And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's a fume
In this truck
And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck is going on.
(Voices in background)
And I really don't think that I know what to do
There's a man in my shoe
Yeaaaaaahhhh!
(hard-core version begins)
[Chorus] (x3.5)
My friend picked me up about quarter past 5 We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up Now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply And there's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck There's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what? We spent many years always tryin to get high Smokin' broken pencils and beatin' up kids Talkin' to the devil and drinkin' a coke Now we're totally rockin', totally rockin' And there's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck There's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what? We got a good idea so we pulled off the road Got some molly hatchet goin' on the stereo I said, let's roll up the windows, and let the nitrous go Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing And there's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck There's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck is going on. (Voices in background) And I really don't think that I know what to do There's a man in my shoe Yeaaaaaahhhh! (hard-core version begins) [Chorus] (x3.5) Explain Request ×
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