went down by the old courthouse stumblin through the streets had to get out of the house, had to use my feet and you may not think much of me now, but i think so damn much... of you
don't take any wooden nickels when you sell your soul a devil of a time awaits you when the party's over, you're on your own
trash truck comin up the road, pickin up the trash ridin' to a better place, hopin we don't crash thinking how things have turned out, i never would've guessed it this way
dont take any wooden nickels when you sell your soul a devil of a time awaits you when the party's over, you're on your own
and you may not think much of me now, but i think so damn much... of you dont take any wooden nickels when you sell your soul a devil of a time awaits you now the party's over, i'm on my own |
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