This is a song about "Napa valley"

Like shadows in the valley of death

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

From the valley of oppression,

Catch you up on places i've been

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil:

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Chilling in the valley with sally eating lobster in an alley

Not were in the valley of the shadow pioneers

In the corner just laying by the store selling beers

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed