SOUL SUCKIN' JERK | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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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, better 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 gonna work for no soul suckin jerk

I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack

I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk

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