It's Saturday night and the axons and the neurons tell me to step into the kitchen
And slowly open the second drawer on the right to search through it and grab the biggest knife i can find
It's not the heat it's the humidity
And I'm not sure what's gotten into me
Then, Sunday morning the carbon monoxide tells me that we should go for a ride
But, in hindsight this whole thing seems so bizzare
God, you make a lot of noise in the trunk of my car
It's been nice knowing you now
Make your last wishes now
It's been nice knowing you now
Sleep with the fishes now