Out in the woods, where the tall trees reach
We gather 'round the fire, just out of reach
Rolling up that good, lighting it with care
Feeling that smoke in the crisp country air
Possums in the moonlight, eyes glowing bright
Barking dogs join us, there's no end in sight
Living on the edge, in the rugged wild
We don't answer to no one, we're just living our style
High in the hollows, where the nights are long
Fighting with the possums, singing our own songs
Living every man's dream, out here on our own
In this punk country paradise, where we roam