1994/3/1 リリース
I got a job makin' money from a man

Throwin' chicken in a bucket with a 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
Runnin' through the mini-mall in my underwear
I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home
The 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 should've 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 on a
Dancin' on the roof, shootin' holes in the moon

Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack

I'm standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
Big fat fingers pointin' into my face
Tellin' me to get busy cleanin' up this place
Fourteen days I've been sleepin' in a barn
Headache and a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistlin' dixie with a dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chilled
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's comin' after me with a butterfly net
Ridin' on a bloodhound ringin' a bell
Black cat wrapped in a road map of hell
Pencil in my leg and I'm tryin' not to beg
Takin' turns bakin' worms with the bacon and eggs
Now they've got me in a bird cage flappin' my jaw
Like a pretzel in the stars just waitin' to fall
So give me what I've got to get so I can go
Cause I ain't wahshin' dishes in a ditch no more

Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and l ain't sayin' jack