Well, Mr. Crocodile skin, I'll see you later
You can help me wrestle my alligator
I would kiss you but my lips are numb
Well it's whiskey in the winter, clear liquor in the sun
I'll hold on to the breeze with a bottle of rum
Hope it catches me but it never does, and I'm done
Take the trash to the curb
Never put you first
Gonna miss when I'm gone
And I'm gone, gone, gone
Well I didn't think those pupils could get any wider
Didn't think the sun could shine any brighter
We can wait it out until the evening comes
Pull myself up with a bottle of gin
Crawl away from the rat trap I got stuck in
Somehow I always end up here drunk
Take the trash to the curb
Never put you first
Gonna miss when I'm gone
And I'm gone, gone, gone