Lyrics
97 dead beats living on the back streets
Northeast west south no one ever owns a house
Blowing in the back room maybe do some mushrooms
Toak it up toak it down toaking all over town
There so lost they don't care
Bloodshot eyes and wild wild hair
Going to the flavor they love the best
Smoking that Strawberry Haze in the mile high west
Rocky mounttain high time no one gonna spend a dime
Bums here bums there dont come here and be a square
Driving high behind the wheel crashing even snow mobiles
Politicians getting ritch leaving people in the ditch
All so high they don't care
Stoned to the bone going no where
Enjoying that falvor they love the best
Smoking that Cataract Kush... In the mile high west
The mile high west
Smoking in the mile high west
The mile high west
Yabba Dabba Goo