Letra Soul suckin' jerk Beck

Soul suckin' jerk

I got a job making money for the manthrowing chicken in the bucket with the soda pop canpuke 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 hairrunning through the mini mall in my underwear
I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride homesun went down I got frozen to the bone'til a hooker let me share her fake fur coatas 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 gunand I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoondancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moonget busy, get busy, you know it
I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerkI'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack
I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerkI'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack
Standing right here with a beer in my handand my mouth is full of sand and I don't understandfourteen days I've been sleeping in the barnbetter I get a paycheck tattooed on my armwhistling dixie with the dixie cup filledwith the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chillbig fat fingers pointing into my facetelling me to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigaretteand she's coming after me with a butterfly netriding on the bloodhound ringing the bellblack cat wrapped in the road map to hellpencil on my leg and I'm trying not to begtaking turns baking worms with the bacon and eggswell they got me in a bird cage flapping my jawlike a pretzel in the stars just waiting to fallso give me what I got to get so I can gocause I ain't washing dishes in the ditch no mo(re)
I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerkI'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack