Smoke in the jungle fire in the forest looking for some trouble know I'm gonna find it
See a gold eagle screaming down the highway looking for some trouble know you're going my way
Picking up the pieces going down the highway looking for some trouble know I'm gonna find it
See a gold eagle going through the forest now I take my time when they're looking for us
Burning with my witches surfing on a heatwave stab em in the back and hide it in a black cave
Pigs and dogs are laughing at the blockade burying my hatchet in their smiling faces
Nowhere Arizona