Testo Wooden Nickles

Went down by the old courthouseStumbling through the streetsHad to get out of the houseHad to use my feetAnd you may not think much of me now butI think so damn muchof youDon't take any wooden nickelswhen you sell your soulDevil lover, time awaits youwhen the party is overyou're on your ownTrash truck comign up the roadPicking up the trashRiding to a better placeHoping we don't crashThinking of things after nowI never would have guessed itthis wayDon't take any wooden nickelsWhen you sell your soulDevil lover, time awaits youWhen the party is overyou're on your ownAnd you may not think much of me now butI think so damn muchof youDon't take any wooden nickelsWhen you sell your soulDevil lover, time awaits youNow the party is overI'm on my ownLa lalala lalalalala lala la la