Fume (Leftover version)
By: Beck Hansen
Written by: Beck Hansen

Version Of: Fume

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Lyrics:
2, 3, 4

My friend picked me up about quarter past five
Stopped and got some donuts, took a little drive
Got a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows
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? NO

Well, we spent many years always trying to get high
Seems like there wasn't nothin' that we wouldn't try
We made bongs out of bananas and we freebased turpentine!
We were always looking, always looking
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?

Ooooh

Well, we got a good idea, so we pulled off the road
Got some Molly Hatchet going on the stereo
Rolled up the windows and let the nitrous go
Now w 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?
I don't know what the fuck
Is this fume comin' out of my nose