You've got your hair permed
  You've got your red dress on
  Talkin' bout how second gear was such a turn on
  And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning 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 starin at the clock
  And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,
  so I'll take that walk.
      And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back
  Ohh not going back
  God knows not going back
      You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,
  That I know which way the wind blows
  40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,
  even though I feel bad
      And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back
  Ohh not going back
  God knows I'm not going back
  God knows I'm not going back