Soul Suckin Jerk Lyrics

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 
[repeat] 
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' 
I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerk 
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack