Went down by the old courthouse
Stumbling through the streets
Had to get out of the house
Had to use my feed
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 coming 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 have guess it
This way

And 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

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

People look funny when they cry 'cause they just can't let it hide
Typing into your little box, press the cry button it unlocks