Heat/Humidity

Saturday night the axons and the neurons
 Tell me to step into the kitchen
 Slowly open the second drawer on the right
 Search through it and grab the biggest knife I can find
 It's not the heat it's the humidity, humidity
 And I'm not sure what's gotten into me, into me
 Sunday morning the carbon monoxide
 Tells me that we should go for a ride
 In hindsight this whole thing seems so bizarre
 God, you make a lot of noise in the trunk of my car
 It's been nice knowing you
 Now make your last wishes now
 It's been nice knowing you
 Now sleep with the fishes now, sleep with the fishes now
 It's not the heat it's the humidity, humidity
 And I'm not sure what's gotten into me, into me
 Get what you get when you