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