Over the barrel And through the smoke To grandmother's house we go Stay a few days To clean out my veins Like that week I lost job and a home Over the bottles And through the weeds To grandmother's house we go The same trailer park That my parents are I'll stay there sometimes but I'm grown Over the throughways And through with hangovers To grandmother's house we go We pick up my cousin To get his Suboxone True family prevents getting stoned Over off season Through with lack of work To grandmother's house we go Trouble with documents At government offices Merry Christmas, i hope you get blown Over the binging And through till the itch To grandmother's house we go Sick of sublimation And self-isolation I'm tired of being alone Over the whiskey And through with the beer To grandmother's house we go And if I get panic My mom will have Xanax And grandma can pray for my soul