Wooden Nickles - Eels

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

Dont take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

Devil lover, time awaits you

When the party is over

Youre on your own

Trash truck coming up the road

Picking up the trash

Riding to a better place

Hoping we dont crash

Thinking of things after now

I never would have guessed it This way

Dont take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

Devil lover, time awaits you

When the party is over

Youre on your own

And you may not think much of me now but

I think so damn much

Of you

Dont take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

Devil lover, time awaits you

Now the party is over

Im on my own

La lalala lalalala

La lala la la