Everybody needs some time away
Just stuck in the k-hole again
An 18 hours holiday
Just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again

Mrs. Kitty ketamine your perseverance may
Outlast my ambition to go home
Infatuation with your dark side I obey
Forbidden pleasures, I have grown to love

Somewhere between Eden and north utopia
Somewhere beneath the astral plain
I’ve taken residence sybaritic soil
You won’t be seeing me again

Dropping crumbs and flying thumbs won’t help me get back home
The home is where the heart is, I’ve been told
‘Cause I promised my heart to her She cooked it medium well
Them proceded to swallow it whole

It may sound good to you
It may sound oh so wrong
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Winter’s broken, summer’s gone
Just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again