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

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've guessed it this way


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