| Stealing your parents’keys*
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| Escape found in drug fantasies.
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| Troubled problem child,
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| Herbal impulses left unreconciled.
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| Now it’s time to take a drive,
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| Parents deeply sleeping, in their beds they lie,
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| Take the car to the edge of town,
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| Without a sound you sneak out to chief down.
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| Turning off your lights in the park,
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| Waiting for your friends to meet, you smoke in the dark.
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| From beneath the seat you grab the bong and pack the pot.
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| Yeah, you love weed a lot.
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| Clockcleaning hits fade in and melt your mind,
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| Fucking stoned as shit.
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| Over your music you hear someone else,
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| Reluctantly look back to check,
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| Nervousness, paranoid, crippling fright.
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| Radio interruption, an announcement is to be made:
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| «Be on the look out! |
| A psychopathic serial killer has just escaped.»
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| Look behind you, there’s a psycho,
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| Disgusting sweaty hands grab your face.
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| Try to fight it, you’re too stoned though,
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| Slams your frightened face into the glass of the resin-caked bong.
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| Shoved down your throat and shattered glass.
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| Skull full of bong hits,
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| Skull full of bong hits.
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| Wishing you weren’t so useless and stoned — Skull full of bong hits.
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| Maniacal murder like none you have known — Skull full of bong hits.
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| The pain is sharp, I should have died but I’m still alive.
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| He’s grinning at me, with rotted yellowing teeth, he fondles my brain.
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| I can’t believe, so helplessly I’m to die a slow brain-death.
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| If I wasn’t so high my life would flash before my eyes. |