40oz. To Freedom

You've got your hair permed
You've 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 your 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 ohhhh...I'm not goin back
Oh not going back
God knows not going back
Oh not goin

(babble)

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 ohhhh...I'm not goin back
Oh I'm not going back
Oh God knows I'm not going back
Oh not goin

Whoa I'm not goin back
Oh not goin back
Whoa God knows I'm not goin back

(There's like a whole one left in the freezer)