Went down by the old courthouse
Stumbling through the streets
Had to get out of the house
Had to use my feetAnd you may not think much of me now
But I think so damn much of youDon'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 coming up the road
Picking up the trash
Riding to a better place
Hoping we don't crashThinking how things have turned out
I never would've guessed it
This wayDon'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 ownAnd 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
Now the party is over
I'm on my own
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