Soul Suckin’ Jerk (Reject) Beck

I'm standin' 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
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistlin' Dixie with the 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 the road map to hell

Pencil in my leg, and I'm tryin' not to beg
Takin' turns bakin' worms with the bacon and eggs
Now they got me in a bird cage flappin' my jaw
Like a pretzel in the stars just waitin' to fall

So give me what I got to get so I can go
'Cause I ain't washin' dishes in the ditch no more
'Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin' jerk
I'm gonna take it all back, and I ain't sayin' jack

'Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin' jerk
I'm gonna take it all back, and I ain't sayin' jack
You know it
That's right