One, two, three, four I am freaking out in my mind In a house that isn't mine My end goal isn't clear Should not have had that last beer Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh It's more than what you bargained for But it's a little less than what you paid for My bowtie's come undone My, my, my microphone hangs limp on the mic stand Tell my mother I'm going home I have been destroyed by hippie powers Tell my mother I'm going home I have been destroyed by hippie powers That guy I kinda hate is here Should not have had that That last, that last, that last hit of, hit of, hit of DMT! ♪ What happened to that, that chubby little kid Who smiled so much and loved the Beach Boys? What happened is I, I killed that fucker and I took his name and I got new glasses Tell my mother I'm going home I have been destroyed by hippie powers Tell my mother I'm going home I have, and you have, but I have, and I have been destroyed by Thank you ♪ I'm going home! All alone!