Johnny Thunders Fantasy Space Camp

So you think you're gonna die in-a New Orleans
 Face down in a sleazy motel
 Well, you can own it, I could vomit
 Where's the Dramamine?
 I need a straight face going to hell
 I need a straight face going to hell
 I need a straight face going to hell
 Tell the EPA, arrêter
 We're going gangrene
 Where's the tip of my toes
 They just fell
 Well you can own it, I could vomit
 Spitting Ketamine
 Where the K-holes are wishing wells
 K-holes are a wishing well
 K-holes are a wishing well
 So you think you'll die a prince in Joshua Tree
 A tortured crown of booze and morphine
 Well you can own it, I won't stop you
 I'll be rootin' for you
 'Til my cats get the best of me
 Flesh eating cats and diabetes
 Flesh eating cats and diabetes
 Oh how I wish my parents sent me to
 Johnny Thunders Fantasy Space Camp
 Oh, Johnny Thunders Fantasy Space Camp