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
wrapped
worms
window
underwear
understand
turns
trying
tried
telling
teeth
uniform
tattooed
taking
sucking
standing
spoon
share
right
chicken
ditch
cause
bacon
ringing
frozen
counter
butterfly
explain
green
coming
pretzel
should
cigarette
fingers
burnt
stole
dental
bullet
money
floss
barbecue
shadow
cleaning
sleeping
after
black
throwing
sayin
gonna
bucket
shooting
bloodhound
dancing
downtown
crawled
picked
pencil
whistlin
suckin
ridin
chill
dixie
filled
fourteen
leaped
holes
running
hooker
through
dishes
little
better
making
mouth
stars
sauce
never
waitin
paycheck
place
pointing
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