40 Oz. To Freedom

You got your hair permed
You got your red dress on
Screaming
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 staring at the clock
And the answer's always waiting
At the liquor store
40 oz. to freedom so I take that walk

And I know that
Oooh
I'm not going back
Oooh
I'm not going back
Oh oh
God knows, I'm not going back!
Oooh
Not going, going

And you look so fine
When you lie it just dont show
But I know which way the wind blows
A 40 oz. to freedom is the only chance I have
To feel good even though I feel bad

And I know that
Oooh
I'm not going back
Oooh
I'm not going back
Oh oh
God knows, I'm not going back!
Oooh
Not going, going

Oooh
I'm not going back
Oooh
I'm not going back
Oh oh
God knows I'm not going back!
Oooh