December 29, 2010 by Abode Camp in Green Day

Hitchin' A Ride


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.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom
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.
Boom boom boom boom
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!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom
Troubled times, you know I can not lie.
I’m off the wagon and I’m hitchin’ a ride.
Hitchin a ride
Hitchin a ride
Hitchin a ride
Hitchin a ride
Hitchin a ride
Hitchin a ride
Hitchin a ride
Hitchin a ride
2,3,4 doo doo doo doo






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