Beck — Fume

My friend picked me up about quarter past five 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 breathing deeply, breathing deeply And there's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what We spent many years always trying to get high Smokin' broken pencils and beating up kids Talking to the devil and drinking a Coke Now we're totally rocking, totally rocking And there's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what We got a good idea, so we pulled off the road Got some Molly Hatchet going 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 fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck Or what the fuck is going on? [Indistinct spoken interlude] There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck