We Live in a Society

I love farming
When I get home
I beat my wife
She left me with nothing

Now I'm devoted t' christ
How I love the way you look
In your black jeans to-night
Can't believe I let the smog cloud
How my vision, sees

Where the green woods stands
In the swampy lands
I'll ride my big truck, with you by my side

There's a whisper in the Louis-iana
Breeze tonight

Reminding me of skin-walkers
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
That Skinwalker stench
Smells like my balls (sulfur)

You appear on the horizon
Big shotgun
You had that rising
Brushing that greasy hair
Out from within your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement woods got me like zynski
He fantastic
Don't have nothin' but my cabin
Boom boom boom

Don't live your life like joe Rogan
Today might feel a time
To be like Joe rogan
But that ain't no way to lead a life

You know, there's a lot I drive by
In my big truck
Folk who is messing up
Drug addicts and fat women

In Louis-iana, when I was a child
I met a caring man
He gave me some life advice
Now I am business man
Working on the master plan

Don't live your life like Joe Rogan
Today might feel a time
To be like Joe Rogan
But that ain't no way to lead a life

Don't live your life like Joe Rogan
Today might feel a time
To be like Joe Rogan
But that ain't no way to lead a life

Now I am here sitting with my men
Loaded up and ready to blast (fade out)

Ooh-ooh (Timber), ooh-ooh (Timber)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (It's goin' down)
Ooh-ooh (Timber), ooh-ooh (Timber)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (It's goin' down)
(Woo!)