[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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 race