| Me and Jesse’s cousin
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| Went to the Chevron after work
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| To grab a couple sixers
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| And some beefy jerk
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| The man behind the counter
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| Said he’d like to see ID
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| I handed him one of a guy
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| Who sorta looked like me
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| He frowned and asked me what was my address
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| I knew the street, but I couldn’t quite get the rest
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| I said I lost my real ID, and that
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| We would pay him double
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| We swore that we weren’t cops
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| And that he wouldn’t get in trouble
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| He smiled and said «I'm sorry
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| But it’s already 12:04
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| And the state says it’s too late to sell
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| Alcohol anymore»
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| Sadly we went to put back the beer
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| But then a bottle caught my eye, and I got an idea
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| What about mouthwash?
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| What about huffing paint?
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| You don’t need ID to buy it
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| And you can’t arrive too late
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| What about mouthwash?
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| What about smelling glue?
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| If they say you can’t buy liquor
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| Then some cough syrup should do
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| Before we count this night up as a loss…
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| What about mouthwash?
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| Sitting in the truck in the parking lot
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| Underneath the moon and all them stars
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| We don’t need their liquor stores
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| And we don’t need their bars
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| Drinking Listerine and tonic
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| And Jesse’s cousin sipped a Scope and Coke
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| A Robitussin Red Bull
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| Now that shit ain’t no joke
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| But something changed within me at that store
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| Beer and spirits just don’t cut it anymore
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| The whispers that I hear
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| And the looks that I keep getting
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| When I toast with a Dimetapp daiquiri
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| At a fancy wedding
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| And last night a cop pulled me over
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| Going down 95 South
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| And he saw the Sherman-Williams
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| All over my nose and mouth
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| He just looked straight at me, with a, a pity in his eyes
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| Like he just saw the depths of sadness a man can have inside
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| And the lengths to which he’ll go to numb it down for another day
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| He looked as if he’d cried, and then he just walked away
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| I watched as he drove off down the interstate
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| And then I thought to myself, that’s another reason this stuff’s great
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| What about mouthwash?
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| What about sniffing glue?
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| When the police pull you over
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| They ain’t sure what to do
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| What about mouthwash?
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| Or even hand sanitizer?
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| When they check your glove compartment
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| They won’t be none the wiser
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| Before we count this night up as a loss…
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| Say, «What about mouthwash?»
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| What about mouthwash? |