Hey mister, where you headed? Are you in a hurry? I need a lift to happy hour say oh no Do you brake for distilled spirits? I need a break aswell The well that inebriates the guilt 1,2,1,2,3,4
Cold turkey's getting stale Tonight I'm eating crow Fermented salmonella poison oak no There's a drought at the fountain of youth And I'm dehydrating My tongue is swelling up I say 1,2,1,2,3,4
Troubled times You know I cannot lie I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
There's a drought at the fountain of youth And now I'm dehydrating My tongue is swelling up I say Shit!
Troubled times You know I cannot lie I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride Hitchin' a ride [*8]
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