Lyrics
Driving home, and the skull’s got shotgun
I think you hit a rat but it could’ve been a possum
I just picked it up, … side of the road
I sit at home, eating doritos
I drink a beer, and slap the mosquitos
You took the skull and you turned it into a boat
She found the skull
I wonder where’s its' soul
And I hope, hope they don’t find my head
She found the skull
I wonder where’s its' soul
And I hope, hope they don’t find my head
Aren’t you glad
that you even had