40 Oz. To Freedom

You got your hair permed
you've got your red dress on
screaming such that second gear was such a turn on
and the fog forming on my window
tells me that the mornings 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 staring at the clock
and the answers always waiting at the liquor store
40 ounces to freedom so I take that walk

And I know that oh I'm not going back
Oh, not going back
Oh, god knows I'm not going back
Woh, not going back

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

And I know that oh, I'm not going back
Oh, I'm not going back
Oh, god knows I'm not going back
Woh, I'm not going back

Oh, I'm not going back
Oh, not going back
Oh, god knows I'm not going back
Woh