Fume (Leftovers version)

(One, two, three, four) My friend picked me up about quarter past five Stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up Now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' 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 We spent many years always tryna get high Seemed like there wasn't nothin' that we wouldn't try Wе made made bongs out of bananas and we freebasеd turpentine We were always lookin', always lookin' 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 Ooh 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 we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing And there's a fume (Fume) In this truck (In this truck) And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck (And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck) There's a fume (There's a fume) In this truck (In this truck) And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck (And I don't know if we're dead or what...I don't know what the fuck is—what the fuck is this fume comin' outta my nose?)