Land of the Lost

On them backroads where them alligators crawl
In the swampland, we ain't worried 'bout the law
You can find me in the woods with my dogs
Under pine trees, in the land of the lost

I've been drinkin' on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fuckin' with me, I ain't never comin' down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep tryna spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass, but I ain't dealin' with you clowns

Bless 'em all (all, all)
The land of the lost (lost, lost)
God bless 'em all (all, all)
The land of the lost (lost, lost)

I was raised in the country (country)
And I paid all my dues (all my dues)
I was made in the country (country)
And I won't change just for you (just for you)

The place I call my home is deep out in the woods
If you don't belong, you better keep up out these woods
I like my trucks loud and my cars real fast, and I
Love the sound of a shotgun blast

Come around actin' all big and bad, then
Mister postman, it's gonna be your ass
Now I pray to the Lord above
Trouble stays the hell away from us
But just in case one day it comes
I'm not afraid, I got 'em loaded up

It's in my blood, it's in my roots, I keep it real down to my boots
And they hate to see me winnin', 'cause they say I'm born to lose
Might be true, but I ain't losin', I ain't makin' no excuses
In the land of the lost you gotta keep it movin'

On them backroads where them alligators crawl
In the swampland, we ain't worried 'bout the law
You can find me in the woods with my dogs
Under pine trees, in the land of the lost

I've been drinkin' on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fuckin' with me, I ain't never comin' down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep tryna spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass, but I ain't dealin' with you clowns

Bless 'em all (all, all)
The land of the lost (lost, lost)
God bless 'em all (all, all)
Come on (come on)
The land of the lost (lost, lost)
Nu Breed (Breed)

It was backwoods and fishing holes
Wild hogs and tadpoles
It was bobcats and bad colds
We would haul ass on these backroads
A bunch of assholes and country hicks
Outlaws and lunatics
They would chew tobacco and smoke cigarettes
And their breath smelled like a Milwaukee's vest

Back then no one even ever heard of me
But nowadays everybody wanna flirt with death
You better pray up to God for the ones that's left
But between me and you, it's a hell of a mess
I mean, drive through the country, take a look around, y'all
You can smell the meth cookin' like a fuckin' hound dog
And I put too many of my friends in the ground
Or they locked in the pen and they ain't ever comin' out

Then the pills came and shit for real changed
Childhood just don't feel the same
Daddy strung out and we got bills to pay
So we caught a case and got locked away
Back in the day, it was different times, I
Guess I came up in the nick of time
'Cause I still seen hell and been victimized
But I'ma get what's mine 'cause I'm a different kind

I'm wide awake, I don't sleep good
I'm from Rock Ridge and Creekwood
In the deep woods, I was raised up
So this bullshit don't phase us
No government gon' save us
Ain't no way in hell you gon' play us

We prayed up, these masks off
And these last days, this is last call
Your soft ass won't last long
You better stand up or be a man, boy
Don't back down when it goes down
You better learn how to throw hands, boy

On them backroads where them alligators crawl
In the swampland, we ain't worried 'bout the law
You can find me in the woods with my dogs
Under pine trees, in the land of the lost

I've been drinkin' on this whiskey, got my head up in the clouds
And if this world keep fuckin' with me, I ain't never comin' down
So fuck this mask and all this trash that y'all keep tryna spread around
Tip your glass or kiss my ass, but I ain't dealin' with you clowns

Bless 'em all (all, all)
The land of the lost (lost, lost)
God bless 'em all (all, all)
The land of the lost (lost, lost, lost, lost, lost)