Milk Man Rare Americans

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I drive and ignore the signs
Without a seconds thought
I’m not an asshole, but I don’t care about getting caught
My friend the lawyer pads his time
I think the man behind the man has got his hands
In both your pockets laughing
Grinding, like the milkman

[Verse 2]
Pull the strings, the people dance
On a leash like sheep herd, cash advance
Put enough in your pocket, your life’s a loan
Till you can’t get straight, deep red, full blown
You got no one to turn to
And people you owe
You’re a dope, head shakin’, battered, broke
Life is tough man
We go on with the show
This life is tough man
And everybody knows

[Chorus]
I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go
I might indulge a little
In this life you never know
I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go
I might indulge a little
I said “Fuck it!” long ago