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Hitchin' a ride

by Green Day


Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour.
Say oh no.
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well.
The well that inebriates the guilt.
1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Cold turkey´s getting stale, tonight I´m eating crow.
Fermented salmonella poison oak no

There´s a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I´m dehydrating.
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.
Troubled times, you know i can not lie.
I´m off the wagon and I´m hitchin´ a ride.

There´s a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I´m dehydrating.
My tongue is swelling up, I say Shit!





 

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