Soul Suckin' Jerk
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Lyrics for Soul Suckin' Jerk by Beck
Songwriters: Stephenson, Karl; Hansen, Beck
And she's coming after me with a butterfly net
As I took a little nap the cops picked up us both
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk
I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
With the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill
I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk
Standing right here with a beer in my hand
Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Well they got me in a bird cage flappin' my jaw
So give me what I got to get so I can go
Gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Get busy, get busy, you know it
And I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon
Like a pretzel in the stars just waitin' to fall
I got bent like a wet cigarette
Telling me to get busy cleaning up this place
Puke green uniform on my back
I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm
I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack
Sun went down I got frozen to the bone
Whistlin' Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
'Cause I ain't washin' dishes in the ditch no more
Fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk
Ridin' on a bloodhound ringing the bell
Gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack
And my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
He said 'Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'
Dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon
Taking turns bakin' worms with the bacon and eggs
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
Running through the mini mall in my underwear
Till a hooker let me share her fake fur coat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair

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