If I find my way back home, I'll say "what am I doing here?"
We have made our camp, but not settled. Nothing can touch us here.
We took the van one night. The three of us, contraband, and our bikes.
The city was left behind. Our own vacation, our own weekend,
our own fear and loathing except on Cape Cod.
At two in the morning when my body's not attached to my head.
We got on our bikes and rode. My legs like Jello when we rode that night.
Hot livers and cold purse. The day was going everywhere in a hurry,
Instead of nowhere fast. Take a pill. Do substances. Have a drink.
Recreational drug use to drive golf balls.
It's the most comfortable and uncomfortable place.
The discomfort is not in a bad way.
No, not in a bad way. Don't make me go home.
My own chocolate heart.
Look at your scales, your head is on all wrong.
I've got monsters on my brain.
A towel on his head after jumping off the pier,
Rama said I looked like a Kennedy.
And Ryan's taking pictures.
And flattery doesn't make sense in our state.
We had to make our own fear and loathing on Cape Cod.
thank you for putting this song up...ive been looking for it for years on here
bennysammy 2 months ago
great band great album
hotmont 6 months ago
definatly all of the above...
creamfosho2 6 months ago
I have been waiting so long for someone to put this song up on here. Reminds me of high school... Thanks so much!!!
BrettG77 9 months ago
This song makes me think of going swimming at night back when I lived in Mass and hanging out with the best friends ever.
adamla11 10 months ago
classic.
controlah 10 months ago