Please brain, I want to dream of other places
But here we are at grandma's house again
This isn't what I meant when I wanted to dream of a woman
Why must I have grandma's house paralysis

Into the void I cry, as I'm burning alive
Why the hell is the AC set at 85
So just take all of my crap and load it in
Stop saying goodbye, you know tomorrow you'll meet again

Drive! Drive! Drive!
And maybe we'll be out before I rise
Drive! Drive! Drive!
I long to see the outside
But what does it matter, tomorrow night we'll repeat this
This grandma's house paralysis

Get me on the bus with Alpha Girl
And her seventeen pairs of panties, what a thrill
Or at least let me in the garage, inside that hoopty
Where Marceline's mouth waits for me

Dear lord, don't drive the car downtown
They hit the chicken place, it's crumbling down
And now some kid's started a riot at the Publix
And all I see is a marching band, thought they were above this

Oh to be a drug dealer and argue with God
Over whether or not my show is family friendly
Oh how I wish that thicc Asian girl would pin me down again, and defend me
Oh to be a psychotic bear, waiting for Little Bitch
But never again will my dreams scratch the same itch
Cause here I am, at grandma's house again.
I remain here, at grandma's house again.

...Okay seriously, why was the chicken place like two stories tall? And why did they fly a plane into it?