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 f*ck There's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the f*ck 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 f*ck There's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the f*ck 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 f*ck There's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the f*ck 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 f*ck There's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the f*ck or what? And there's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the f*ck There's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the f*ck or what? And there's a fume In this truck And I don't know if we're dead, or what the f*ck