You got your hair permed
You got your red dress on
Screamin' that second gear was such a turn-on
And the fog forming on my window
Tells me that the morning's here
And you'll be gone before too long

Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn, I shouldn't start that talk
But life is one big question
When you’re starin' at the clock
And the answers always waiting
At the liquor store, 40oz. to freedom
So I take that walk

And I know that
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, not going back
Oh, God knows
I'm not going back
Oh, not goin'

Hey man, anyone wanna make
A run down to a.m. with me?
It's like quarter-to right now, bro
Shit, can you like, loan me like a buck or two dude?
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I haven't even seen him

Just totally broke, man, owes me twenty bucks, man
Get over it, fuck, sorry
I'm not dealin' with that fuckin’ chince no more
Take those bottles back, Eric?

And you look so fine
When you lie it just don't show
But I know which way the wind blows
A 40oz. to freedom is the only chance I have
To feel good even though I feel bad

And I know that
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, God knows, I'm not going back

Oh, I'm not goin'
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh, God knows, I'm not going back
Oh, I'm not goin'

There's a whole one left in the freezer