Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour
Say oh no
Do you break for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriated the guilt
one, two... one, two, three, four
Cold turkey's getting stale
Tonight I'm eating a crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak
no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth
I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up
I say shit!
one, two... one, two, three, four
Trouble 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
I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up
I say shit!
Trouble times
You know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon
And I'm hitchin' a ride
Hitchin' a ride
Hitchin' a ride
Hitchin' a ride
Hitchin' a ride
Hitchin' a ride
Hitchin' a ride
Hitchin' a ride
I'm hitchin' a ride |
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