This is a song about "Nova scotia trailer park"

So go back to your cave and ride back to your trailer park,

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Plenty of space to park

Snitches here don't got no heart

Get played on more than your neighbourhood park

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Going crazy like i'm at an amusement park

But every night, i can still roll through my trailer park

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

The trailer park-dwelling, ditch-digging, late to pay the rent,

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not