As I prowl around killing the alliance
I don't believe that I was really called unto such violence
It's truly dirty business requiring skill and grace
But truth be told I'd rather be in my happy place
In my happy place, In my happy place
My lips may both have fallen off but a smile is on my face
You may not think an undead rogue can live with such disgrace
But when I'm picking flowers, I'm in my happy place
It's a place that's filled with harmony why I can stay for hours
I find myself in peace when I'm gathering up flowers
While other rogues are busy slitting throats and stabbing backs
Well I prefer to spend my time filling up my packs
In my happy place, In my happy place
My lips may both have fallen off but a smile is on my face
You may not think an undead rogue can live with such disgrace
But when I'm picking flowers, I'm in my happy place
If there's one thing I cannot stand it's being interrupted
When that occurs my mental state become a bit corrupted
So if you find yourself inclined to meddle with my flowers
Well I might find myself compelled to camp your corpse for hours
In my happy place, In my happy place
Well you just made a grave mistake of messing with my space
So let me introduce you to my dagger and my mace
Cuz when you're picking flowers, you're in my happy place