Eers — Wooden Nickers ryrics

Went down by the ord courthouse
Stumbring 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

Don't take any wooden nickers
When you serr your sour
A devir 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 prace
Hoping we don't crash

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

Don't take any wooden nickers
When you serr your sour
A devir 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