I was riding down the highway, US 58 When I got a feeling in my chest and my hands began to shake Oh and then all of a sudden I was paralyzed with fear I knew the end was coming, I knew the end was near It said: Head Trip, on the package in a smokey and black font This ain't the feeling I was looking for, this and the feeling that I want And the wolves they all howl in my dreams I can't seem to silence all their constant screams And I want to go home but I'm bound to be alone And I sure can't go back to Bowling Green Well my vision started blurring and my bones began to quake My muscles started hurting and my head began to ache I felt like I was in a cartoon falling out the sky I saw cowboy boots and gnarled tree roots, I knew that I would die Oh, and I warn you this concoction will send you to your grave You'll fiend and want and scratch and itch your soul becomes a slave And the wolves they all howl in my dreams I can't seem to silence all their constant screams And I want to go home but I'm bound to be alone And I sure can't go back to Bowling Green Well, my vision started blurring and my bones began to quake My muscles started hurting and my head began to ache I felt like I was in a cartoon falling out the sky I saw cowboy boots and gnarled tree roots, I knew that I would die Oh, and I warn you this concoction will send you to your grave You'll fiend and want and scratch and itch your soul becomes a slave When I finally got home, that thumping in my chest I said palpation, confrontation my mind was such a mess Oh, and the walls they took to wiggling, the floor began to squirm My spine was oh so limber lord I felt jump like a worm And I said happy happy happy shaman you know that's what I am And I won't go on this trip no more, no never again And the wolves they all howl in my dreams I can't seem to silence all their constant screams And I want to go home but I'm bound to be alone And I sure can't go back to Bowling Green Well, my vision started blurring and my bones began to quake My muscles started hurting and my head began to ache I felt like I was in a cartoon falling out the sky I saw cowboy boots and gnarled tree roots, I knew that I would die Oh, and I warn you this concoction will send you to your grave You'll fiend and want and scratch and itch your soul becomes a slave