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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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****ing 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 |
