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