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

I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerk

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





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(re)





I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerk

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