Wooden Nickles

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 damn much
Of you
Dont take any wooden nickels
When you sell your soul
Devil lover, time awaits you
When the party is over
Youre on your own
Trash truck coming up the road
Picking up the trash
Riding to a better place
Hoping we dont crash
Thinking of things after now
I never would have guessed it This way
Dont take any wooden nickels
When you sell your soul
Devil lover, time awaits you
When the party is over
Youre 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
Devil lover, time awaits you
Now the party is over
Im on my own
La lalala lalalala
La lala la la