Đóng góp: Went down by the old courthouse
Stumblin g 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