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