Lyrics

Lost I got so lost, one time
Way downtown ran out of gas out in front of The Schvitz
I thought I could run away
from that warehouse in the dark
But whichever way I turn
I end up right back at the start

And all my instincts, say run like hell
But I do like steak medium well
a windowless door slams shut behind
now I’m trapped here on the inside

with four guys
The steam the heat
with four guys
I am complete
with four guys
barely even friends
with four guys
then somebody bends
with four guys
I can’t find my way out of this fricking place
something wet just smacked me in the face

A parody of Peter Gabriel, "In Your Eyes"