As I prowl around killing the alliance
I don't believe that I was really called unto such violence
It's [bad word] dirty business requiring skill and grace
But [bad word] 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 rouge 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 rouges 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 rouge 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 [bad word] When that occurs my mental state [bad word] a bit [bad word] So if you find yourself inclined to meddle with my flowers
Well I might find [bad word] 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