I had a couple of tokes of Tropical Skittlez,

I did a five hour energy shot and dragged on a cigarette,

Sat down by the East Canada Creek on this most beautiful of days,

Singing along with the Grateful Dead’s Dire Wolf

Don’t murder me! And I begged you, you don’t murder me!

Then I awoke the dire wolf – six hundred pounds of sign. I wolf came in, I got out my deck of cards

And jumped in the creek this late August morning.