Where are we?!
What the hell is going on?
Dust has only just began to form crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling
I spin around and rub my eyes, this can't be happening...

Got no place to go, but there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico
She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin
And if I bring a little music I can fit right in
We've got airplane rides
We got California drowning out the window side
We've got big black cars
And we've got stories how we slept with all the movie stars...