Woorden: Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Deep Inside.

It's 3 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where are we now?"
It seems we've wondered out of bounds again!

Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't
Utilize things that are stored deep inside of our

Deep inside I'm on my own I can't see straight
Deep inside, 'cuz I'm so stoned I can't see straight

Man, I've got to find my way back home
But I'm too deep inside!

It's 4 o'clock, and we ask ourselves "Where did we go wrong?
We passed my house at least an hour ago!"

Over and over, we ask ourselves why don't
Utilize things that are stored deep inside of our

Deep inside, I'm on my own, I can't see straight
Deep inside, 'cuz I'm so stoned I can't see straight
Straight, straight, all right!

It's 5 o'clock, and we tell ourselves
"We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!"

I'm way too deep inside to go home
We're too deep inside to get home
We're too deep inside to get home
We're too deep inside to get home

Oh, my God, I've got to get home
Oh, my God, I've got to get home
Oh, my God, I've got to get home
We're way too deep inside to get home

Over and over we ask ourselves why we don't
Utilize things that are stored deep inside of our

I know exactly where we are, where the fuck are we?
Brains, all right