I don't wanna go home but I guess I sorta have to now
They call me on my cellphone asking "where the hell have you gone, wow"
They don't know what I've been through but they'll eventually find out
All I ask from you is that you stay silent do not speak or shout
Blues clues on the lookout, they think I got drunk on booze
Turns out I was roofied, f*cked and left out in the bush
I don't know what this plastic thing is but I found it up my ass
Rapist you better speak up, or you can come and kiss my ass
What am I supposed to say now, I wonder
What am I supposed to do now, I ponder
I'm looking up at you god for an answer
Please just give me a sign