Just out of high school
We got a fresh new view
So let's blast our minds out
We'll drive the whole night through
Sunshine from a lesbian
Eating paper for fun
Placid inner journeys will be
Brighter without the sun
My bags are packed I got my friend
We got an Aerostar van
What we just ate should get us through
This is a real good plan
Five hundred miles, I do Proclaim
We got one cooler for three
There's just no way that one of us
Would ever fill it with pee
So call me an optimist
I should have known
The guy was weird
But I guess he had to f*cking go?
A hundred miles past Chi-town
The vibes were getting dark
Geoff's getting annoyed now
So we pull over and park
I hop up in shotgun
Chris in the captain's chair
My brain starts to fry now
As dude gets real strange back there
I start to peak he beats his meat
I barely keep it afloat
We threw the cooler with piss out
Back in Terre Haute
He says my name dude what the f*ck
I'm frozen in place with fear
I'm pretty sure this weird ass dude
Has only had one beer
What the f*ck is happening
I swear that all this is real
Geoff doesn't believe me
And lets me get behind the wheel
Eighty miles the wrong direction
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Just out of high school
We got a fresh new view
So let's blast our minds out
We'll drive the whole night through
Sunshine from a lesbian
Eating paper for fun
Placid inner journeys will be
Brighter without the sun
My bags are packed I got my friend
We got an Aerostar van
What we just ate should get us through
This is a real good plan
Five hundred miles, I do Proclaim
We got one cooler for three
There's just no way that one of us
Would ever fill it with pee
So call me an optimist
I should have known
The guy was weird
But I guess he had to f*cking go?
A hundred miles past Chi-town
The vibes were getting dark
Geoff's getting annoyed now
So we pull over and park
I hop up in shotgun
Chris in the captain's chair
My brain starts to fry now
As dude gets real strange back there
I start to peak he beats his meat
I barely keep it afloat
We threw the cooler with piss out
Back in Terre Haute
He says my name dude what the f*ck
I'm frozen in place with fear
I'm pretty sure this weird ass dude
Has only had one beer
What the f*ck is happening
I swear that all this is real
Geoff doesn't believe me
And lets me get behind the wheel
Eighty miles the wrong direction
We got a fresh new view
So let's blast our minds out
We'll drive the whole night through
Sunshine from a lesbian
Eating paper for fun
Placid inner journeys will be
Brighter without the sun
My bags are packed I got my friend
We got an Aerostar van
What we just ate should get us through
This is a real good plan
Five hundred miles, I do Proclaim
We got one cooler for three
There's just no way that one of us
Would ever fill it with pee
So call me an optimist
I should have known
The guy was weird
But I guess he had to f*cking go?
A hundred miles past Chi-town
The vibes were getting dark
Geoff's getting annoyed now
So we pull over and park
I hop up in shotgun
Chris in the captain's chair
My brain starts to fry now
As dude gets real strange back there
I start to peak he beats his meat
I barely keep it afloat
We threw the cooler with piss out
Back in Terre Haute
He says my name dude what the f*ck
I'm frozen in place with fear
I'm pretty sure this weird ass dude
Has only had one beer
What the f*ck is happening
I swear that all this is real
Geoff doesn't believe me
And lets me get behind the wheel
Eighty miles the wrong direction
Writer: John Hancock
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC