[Verse 1]
So you think youâre gonna die in-a New Orleans
Face down in a sleazy motel
Well, you can own it, I could vomit
Whereâs the Dramamine?
I need a straight face going to hell
I need a straight face going to hell
I need a straight face going to hell
[Verse 2]
Tell the EPA, arrêter
Weâre going gangrene
Where's the tip of my toes
They just fell
Well you can own it, I could vomit
Spitting Ketamine
Where the K-holes are wishing wells
K-holes are a wishing well
K-holes are a wishing well
[Verse 3]
So you think youâll die a prince in Joshua Tree
A tortured crown of booze and morphine
Well you can own it, I wonât stop you
Iâll be rootinâ for you
'Til my cats get the best of me
Flesh eating cats and diabetes
Flesh eating cats and diabetes
[Outro]
Oh how I wish my parents sent me to
Johnny Thunders Fantasy Space Camp
Oh, Johnny Thunders Fantasy Space Camp