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

Devil lover, time awaits you

When the party is 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 of things after now

I never would have guessed it

This way



Don't take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

Devil lover, time awaits you

When the party is over

You're on your own



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

Devil lover, time awaits you

Now the party is over

I'm on my own



La lalala lalalala

La lala la la