Beck Soul Suckin' Jerk

Please subscribe Beck Soul Suckin' Jerk Kay? I got a job making money for the man throwing chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can Puke green uniform off my back I had to set it on fire in 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 Till 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 burned 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 in a spoon Dancing on the roof shooting holes in the moon 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 sayin' jack (2X) (something really distorted) I'm standing right here with the beer in my hand and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand [ Lyrics found at www.mp3lyrics.org/tjc ] Fourteen days I've been sleeping in a pawn Better get a claim check tattooed on my arm Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled with the Barbecue sauce and the dental floss gel Big fat man's pointing into my face telling me to get busy cleaning up this place I got bent like a wet cigarette Now she's coming after me with a butterfly net Riding on a moo cow ringing a bell Black cat wrapped and I'm rolling down the hill ...