Текст песни Hitchin' a Ride - Pickin' On Series

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 cannot 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!

Troubled times, you know I cannot lie.
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride.

I'm hitchin' a ride.
Don't know where I'm going.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
Don't know where I'm going.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
Don't know where I'm going.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
Don't know where I'm going.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
Don't know where I'm going.
I'm hitchin' a ride.
Don't know where I'm going.
I'm hitchin' a ride.