This song started as an argument over the dichotomy between artists and prostitutes. Then, it just ran off into the woods: ) Written by Mark Vick Performed by- Kent Burnham - Drums and Tambourine, Adam Hale - Bass, Stone Age Sara - Vocals, Calandra Rene' - Vocals, Mark Vick - Guitar and Vocals,

Recorded at -Massive Sound - by Chad Meise, -Weights and Measures Sound Lab - by Duane Trower, Mastered at -Weights and Measures Sound Lab - Duane Trower,

Lyrics- Mushrooms and hookers and lifers' disease (disease, disease) misfits and shit kicks Jesus without no spoon (no spoon, no spoon) and I don't care what you think, you think, you think and I don't care, it feels like death in that room

Drinking and billiards woodshed and woodshed (woodshed; woodshed) and Betsy your love I will never forget it (forget, forget) and I don't care, what you think, you think, you think and I don't care, it felt like death in that room

One night of whiskey and bedroom meets porch (meets porch, meets porch) you laid in that underground till you thought it was yours (it's yours, it's yours) and I don't care, what you think, you think, you think and I don't care, it felt like death in that room