One, two, three, four, five
One, two, three, four, five
Waking up feeling glad to be alive
Beautiful woman by my side
Think the most high we survived
Media mental genocide
We out here tending God's creation
Hands to elbows in the dirt
You get fresh air on a special occasion
You look at a shovel and your fingers hurt
Show me how you chop it
Show me how you drop it
One, two, three, four, five
One, two, three, four, five
Grab a machete and pull on your boots
We'll go down to the creek and hack on some old roots
Carve out some time to discover the truth This water is feeling like fountain of youth
You best watch your step, it's a spiny endeavor
And getting a thorn in your toe is a pain
Bring your provisions, whatever the weather
This tromping ain't stopping, regardless of rain
Chop and drop, bitch
