Beck Soul Sucking 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, 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 sucking jerk
            I'm gonna take it all back
            And I ain't saying jack
            I ain't gonna 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 been sleeping in a barn
            Better 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 b___erfly net
            Riding on a 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 birdcage
            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 more
        
            And I ain't gonna work
            For no soul sucking jerk
            I'm gonna take it all back
            And I ain't saying jack
            And I ain't gonna work
            For no soul sucking jerk
            I'm gonna take it all back
        
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