Eels - Wooden Nickles

Wooden Nickles

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
A devil of a time awaits you
When the partys over
you are on your own
Trash truck coming up the road
Picking up the trash
Riding to a better place
Hoping we dont crash
Thinking how things have turned out
I never wouldve guessed it
This way
Dont take any wooden nickels
When you sell your soul
A devil of a time awaits you
When the partys over
you are 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
A devil of a time awaits you
Now the party is over
Imon my own