Wooden Nickels
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 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 ownalternative Ballad Bittersweet Eels gentle good indie balladen indie shit lesen lovelyday mellowyellow moody nachdenklich no tanto ma si other relax relaxing top songs tracks urban poetry verbless titles wriggle
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