If I find my way back home, I'll say ???hat am I doing here??We have made our camp, but not settled Nothing can touch us here
We took the van one night The three of us, contraband, and our bikes
The city was left behind Our own vacation, our own weekend,
our own fear and loathing except on Cape Cod
At two in the morning when my body's not attached to my head
We got on our bikes and rode My legs like Jello when we rode that night
Hot livers and cold purse The day was going everywhere in a hurry,
Instead of nowhere fast Take a pill Do substances Have a drink
Recreational drug use to drive golf balls
It's the most comfortable and uncomfortable place
The discomfort is not in a bad way
No, not in a bad way Don't make me go home
My own chocolate heart
Look at your scales, your head is on all wrong
I've got monsters on my brain
A towel on his head after jumping off the pier,
Rama said I looked like a Kennedy
And Ryan's taking pictures
And flattery doesn't make sense in our state
We had to make our own fear and loathing on Cape Cod