Fume

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 Yeah 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 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 And there's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck