Lyrics Psychopaths on psychedelics - Dariush

Back when we were a couple rebel kids
Playing Billy Idol and reading Stephen King
The pigs always told us not to drink and drive
But in every state I collect DUIs

Back on the road
High as fuck

The only influence I was under
Was Charles Manson's ghost coming back from under
In the passenger seat, screaming like the thunder
"You a rebel or not?"
"This car goes faster"

Back on the road
High as fuck

Took the highway on sunny afternoon
Getting fucked up can never start too soon
Didn't have my license, daddy taught me to drive
When I hit the gas, couldn't believe my eyes
The road and horizon started melting
Then it got back up, the road started climbing
My foot on the pedal as I started to rise
Like a hamster in his wheel
I was too damn high
Back on the road
High as fuck

Kept on going and the road went black
Big vacuum swoosh left nothing back
Tried to hit the brakes but I hit the gas
Then the hood came off and went out the back
From the engine bursted a cloud of bats
The cacti did the hound dog dance and
Suddenly I forgot how to drive
When drugs got in baby god stepped out
God forbid I took on a hitchhiker
Cuz in the backseat I saw Jeffrey Dahmer
Looked in the rear view and I wasn't surprised
When I saw Ted Bundy sitting by his side
I was travelling with fucked up companions
But none of them was as fucked up as I
The american dream turn to a nightmare
When I saw the sun's a skull up in the sky