Where the Hell - Kei R Woods

Where the hell are my friends? Home alone, not again Friday, wine, and the internet The only love I seem to get And I don't, and I don't, and I don't know why I don't have anyone on a weekend night Where the hell are my friends? Where the hell are my friends? Am I starting to hate California Why am I in LA? 40 million in California No-one cares if I stay Am I starting to hate California Why am I in LA? 40 million in California But, God, I'm so in love with this place Where the hell are my friends? Out without me again Friday, wine, and the internet A life I wish I could forget And I don't, and I don't, and I don't know why I don't have anyone on a weekend night Where the hell are my friends? Do I have any friends? Am I starting to hate California? Why am I in LA? 40 million in California No-one cares if I stay Am I starting to hate California? Why am I in LA? 40 million in California? But, God, I'm so in love with this place Am I starting to hate California? 40 million in California Am I starting to hate California? Why am I in LA? 40 million in California But, God, I'm so in love with this place And I don't, and I don't, and I don't know why I don't have anyone on a weekend night Where the hell are my friends? Where the hell are my friends?

You know my inside pockets got my outside twin So badly indisposed, I think I'll dust my bin And all the while you're making eyes at me You could be doing something useful, like climbing up a tree Who knows there may be something lurking, like a koala bear All the way from down under, but don't ask me where And on the subject of Australia And you know some wives Don't mind when their husbands get home at night? Know what I mean? Every time I get home late My wife says, "Where the hell have you been" Oh Helen, do be careful lying in the sun Don't mind what you take off Long as you've something on And all the while You give the neighbors a thrill You could be doing something useful Like climbing up a hill Okay, so hills do not agree with you Then try one that's flat Surely there's no better way That's better than that And on the subject of alternatives Did you know some guys Don't mind when their girlfriends Get home at night? Oh, what a dream If I'm just a minute late My wife says, "Where the hell have you been" And all the while you're making eyes, I see You could be doing something useful Like climbing over me Now then there's nothing to be frightened of I won't let you fall Dare I say it, I just hope that you'll be enthralled And on the subject of enthrallment Do you know some wives Don't mind when their husbands Come home at night? Know what I mean? Every time I get home late Mine says, "Where the hell have you been"

My nose is burning Too much cocaine Got caught in Brooklyn With gasoline backed up with cellophane I'm in need of moderation Nah, I need a fucking break 'Cause I just railed down enough lines tonight To spell your first and last name I miss the ocean And I know it's weird to say I grew up then moved to LA It's only thirty minutes Four-oh-five to PCH But half an hour feels forever and a fucking day And it's all because I dreamt of you And woke up alone What a wonderful tone To bring you back home My soul is burning Need Jesus Christ My mom's unhappy with all the choices I been making with my life I don't even fucking care though I'm probably gonna die Like everybody else Is that such a fucking lie? And I swear to God If the alcohol and drugs don't kill me I don't know what will Other than you And it's all because I dreamt of you And woke up alone And when friends hit my phone All they want's a repost It's all because I dreamt of you And woke up alone What a wonderful tone To bring you back home