From the album Foreign Tongues
This is addiction disguised as a travel song. The speaker keeps begging someone to take them somewhere better while describing how every previous trip ended in a toxic dump. They don't want guidance. They want permission to blame someone else for where they keep ending up.
Why don't you drive me / Down that rough and twisted road?
The speaker asks to be driven down a road they already know is rough and twisted. Not 'take me somewhere good' but 'take me down the bad road.' They're requesting the disaster, then framing it as rescue.
Promise me a dance like Nijinsky / Nothing, nothing, nothing but a false pretense
The promises are named as lies in the same breath they're requested. The speaker knows they're being sold bullshit and keeps asking for more of it anyway.
All you feed me / Was just rancid rice and bones / All I drank was muddy water
These aren't travel complaints. This is what sustaining an addiction feels like. The body breaking down on whatever cheap fuel keeps the thing running.
You just took me to a flyblown town / In the back of nowhere / Smell was acrid and toxic / Couldn't breathe the air
The promised destinations (Puerto Rico, Sicily, Rome) turn into one nameless chemical-smelling room. The specificity of the toxicity versus the vagueness of the location. The speaker might not know where they actually ended up.
Why don't you take me / Take me where you wanna go / 'Cause I'm deaf and blind and dumb
The speaker stops pretending they have a destination. Just 'where you wanna go' now. Claims total helplessness while making extremely articulate observations about acrid smells and club names. They're not actually blind. They just don't want to be responsible for looking.
The rough and twisted road isn't something the speaker gets driven down against their will. It's the only road they know how to ask for. By the end they've stopped pretending they want to go somewhere specific. Just 'drive me' on loop, destination irrelevant, as long as someone else is steering.