Went down by the old courthouse
Stumbling 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 [bad word] much of you

Don't take any wooden nickels
When you sell your soul
devil of a time awaits you
When the party's over
You're on your own

Trash [bad [bad word] up the road
Picking up the trash
Riding to a better place
Hoping we don't crash

Thinking how things have turned out
I never would've guessed it this way

Don't take any wooden nickels
When you sell your soul
devil of a time awaits you
When the party's over
You're on your own

Now the party's over
I'm on my own