Fear and Loathing on Cape Cod Songtext
von Piebald

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 were 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