Fume

My friend picked me up about quarter past five

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



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 the fuck is going on



{And I really don't think that I know what to do

There's a man in my shoe, yeah}



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



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



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



There's a fume in this truck

And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck