Hey baby, can I borrow your car?
I wanna drive into a wall and make us two dimensional
And by the way, I need your credit card
I need to pay a guy to get my pineal gland recalcified
And years ago on the plains of North America
There weren't no rules about nothin' and you could pay
A guy to get his horse to stomp you on the head
Life is hard and it's harder when you like it hard,
Or at least when your subconscious seems to like it hard
Go ahead, break my neck, take the fluid from my spine
Put it in a mason jar and give it to a child
Tell him to recreate me in a couple hundred years
When we're all dead. Kiss my wife, tell her I love her
Tell her she was the only thing that made me stop
Thinkin' bout the plains of North America
The great plains of North America
Go ahead, break my neck, take the fluid from my spine
Put it in a mason jar and give it to our child
Give it to our child