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