Winding through the backroads of my mind Tryna find a corner to get high All my windowpanes are clear My friend the dragon's already here
Hungry zombie lookin' for a meal Barters with a hag, can you strike a deal? Seven white horses passin' by Demon fire in their eyes
Backwoods livin' is the life for me The beast or the sloth is what keeps me free My creepy little troll is sittin' in a tree With a bag full of bottles for the mosh pit scene Smoking up the cobwebs in my head Strolling along with the walking dead I always feel safe in a sacred place Far away from the human raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
