Space City Travelin'

What am I doing Where am I going How do I know when I get there Space City traveling Aimlessly roaming The road keeps on going but I never get anywhere In a Quaker town, there sat a little bar Head on in for some R & R They've got pool, they've got darts They've got good company No need for shoes, shirts or even ID I got wasted while on stage Because I played with BCK Open mic - bands drink for free We got kicked out for being too rowdy Now I'm smokin' Swisher Sweets stuffed full of weed I'm so fuckin' stoned I can't even see Drinkin' and drivin', swervin' down 45 Whistlin' a tune, thinkin' it's good to be alive I've got my health but that don't mean shit to me Smoke lots of cigarettes, ingest codeine There's not a drug out there that hasn't got me high I just wanna feel alive cause I'm too scared to die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, two, three, one, two, three What am I doing Where am I going How do I know When I get there Space City traveling Aimlessly roaming The road keeps on going But I never get anywhere Woke up naked on Saturday In a room at the Motel 8 No idea where I had been Who I was fuckin' or how I'd sinned