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I got a job making money for the man<br>throwing chicken in the bucket with the<br>soda pop can<br>puke green uniform on my back<br>I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat<br>I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair<br>running through the mini mall in my underwear <br><br>I got lost downtown couldn´t find a ride home<br>sun went down I got frozen to the bone <br>´til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat<br>as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both <br>I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm <br>I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform <br>he said ´too bad, better bite the bullet hard son´ <br>I didn´t have no teeth so I stole his gun<br>and I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon <br>dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon <br><br>get busy, get busy, you know it<br><br>I ain´t gonna work for no soul suckin jerk <br>I´m gonna take it all back and I ain´t sayin jack <br>I ain´t gonna work for no soul suckin jerk<br>I´m gonna take it all back and I ain´t sayin jack <br><br>standing right here with a beer in my hand<br>and my mouth is full of sand and I don´t understand <br>fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn<br>better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm <br>whistlin dixie with the dixie cup filled<br>with the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill<br>big fat fingers pointing into my face<br>telling me to get busy cleaning up this place <br>I got bent like a wet cigarette<br>and she´s coming after me with a butterfly net <br>ridin on a bloodhound ringing the bell<br>black cat wrapped in the road map to hell <br><br>pencil on my leg and I´m trying not to beg<br>taking turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs <br>well they got me in a bird cage flappin my jaw <br>like a pretzel in the stars just waitin to fall <br>so give me what I got to get so I can go <br>cause I ain´t washin dishes in the ditch no more <br><br>and I ain´t gonna work for no soul suckin jerk <br>I´m gonna take it all back and I ain´t sayin jack <br>and I ain´t gonna work for no soul suckin jerk <br>I´m gonna take it all back and I ain´t sayin jack
Letra nueva de la canción
I got a job making money for the man<br>throwing chicken in the bucket with the<br>soda pop can<br>puke green uniform on my back<br>I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat<br>I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair<br>running through the mini mall in my underwear <br><br>I got lost downtown couldn´t find a ride home<br>sun went down I got frozen to the bone <br>´til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat<br>as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both <br>I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm <br>I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform <br>he said ´too bad, better bite the bullet hard son´ <br>I didn´t have no teeth so I stole his gun<br>and I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon <br>dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon <br><br>get busy, get busy, you know it<br><br>I ain´t gonna work for no soul suckin jerk <br>I´m gonna take it all back and I ain´t sayin jack <br>I ain´t gonna work for no soul suckin jerk<br>I´m gonna take it all back and I ain´t sayin jack <br><br>standing right here with a beer in my hand<br>and my mouth is full of sand and I don´t understand <br>fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn<br>better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm <br>whistlin dixie with the dixie cup filled<br>with the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill<br>big fat fingers pointing into my face<br>telling me to get busy cleaning up this place <br>I got bent like a wet cigarette<br>and she´s coming after me with a butterfly net <br>ridin on a bloodhound ringing the bell<br>black cat wrapped in the road map to hell <br><br>pencil on my leg and I´m trying not to beg<br>taking turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs <br>well they got me in a bird cage flappin my jaw <br>like a pretzel in the stars just waitin to fall <br>so give me what I got to get so I can go <br>cause I ain´t washin dishes in the ditch no more <br><br>and I ain´t gonna work for no soul suckin jerk <br>I´m gonna take it all back and I ain´t sayin jack <br>and I ain´t gonna work for no soul suckin jerk <br>I´m gonna take it all back and I ain´t sayin jack
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