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 as well
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 now I’m dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1,21,2,3,4
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!
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