Lyric Soul Suckin Jerk (reject)

I m standin right here with a beer in my hand
and my mouth is full of sand and I don t understand
big fat fingers pointin into my face
tellin me to get busy cleanin up this place
fourteen days I ve been sleepin in a barn
better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
whistlin dixie with the dixie cup filled
with the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill
I got bent like a wet cigarette
and she s comin after me with a butterfly net
ridin on a bloodhound ringin a bell
black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
pencil on my leg and I m tryin not to beg
takin turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs
now they got me in a bird cage flappin my jaw
like a pretzel in the stars just waitin to fall
so give me what I got to get so I can go
cuz I ain t washin dishes in the ditch no more

cuz I ain t gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I m gonna take it all back and I ain t sayin jack
cuz I ain t gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I m gonna take it all back and I ain t sayin jack

you know it
that s right
rockin the town like a moldy crouton
flyin through the air with breeze

I got a job makin money for the man
throwin 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
runnin 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 tryin 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
dancin on the roof, shootin holes in the moon

aw yeah
uh-huh (etc.)