Shilpa Ray - Johnny Thunders Fantasy Space Camp lyrics

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