I stick it to the mailman



I'm pinned against a pot plant



I'm sick of all the sun-tan



Oily with the ray-ban







Take that to the bank and call it a check



Masked without a weapon







I'm skinny as a spit pan



Dealing with the shit plan



Playing with my bad hand



Just another rock band







Take that to the man



and call it a check



Trapped within a contract







Hey there boy while you were catching the black widow



The rest of us were watching melrose







I wanna swim in the wattershed



I wanna listen to the flowerhead



I lost a gallon and still I bled



I keep on thinking i get ahead







Pissed at all the disc jam



Pissed about the 5-ham



Pissed about the green state



I miss it and I can't wait







Hey man can't you tell it's still a problem?



See you at the devil's tower