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I got a job making money for the man
throwing chicken in the bucket with the
soda pop can
puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire in a
vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
running through the mini mall in my underwear
I got lost downtown
couldn't find a ride home
sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'til a
hooker let me share her fake fur coat
as I took a little nap the cops picked
up us both
I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm
I knew I
never ever should have burnt my uniform
He said too bad. You want to bite
the bullet hard son?
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
and I
crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon
dancing on the roof,
shooting holes in the moon
get busy, get busy, you know it
I ain't going
to work for no soul-sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't
saying jack
[repeat]
Standing right here with a beer in my hand
and
my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
fourteen days I've been
sleeping in the barn
better I get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
whistling dixie with the dixie cup filled
with the barbecue sauce and
the dental floss chill
big fat fingers pointing into my face
telling me
to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
and
she's coming after me with a butterfly net
riding on the bloodhound ringing
the bell
black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
pencil on my leg and
I'm trying not to beg
taking turns baking worms with the bacon and eggs
well they got me in a bird cage flapping my jaw
like a pretzel in the
stars just waiting to fall
so give me what I got to get so I can go
cause I ain't washing dishes in the ditch no mo'
I ain't going to work
for no soul-sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack
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