Lyrics
Special thanks to the pop rocking band Escape Club for their inspiration.
Ninety-seven dead beats living on my back street
North east west south
No one ever owns a house
Blowing in a back room
Maybe do some mushroom
Tok it up Tok it down
Toking all over town
There so lost but they don't care
Bloodshot eyes and wild wild hair
Gone to the flavor they love the best
Smoking that Cateract Krush
In the mile high west
The mile high west
