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Good Luck In Jail Lyrics
C'mon over to my house, yea. We'll work on my car.
Just got some more duck tape, I got the parts,
payload, speed boat
wanna come along,
vice grip, guilt trip
don't get me wrong
I can sleep standing up, and still look awake,
for 6 bucks an hour, for 8 hours a day,
where's all my money go an hour after I get paid?
I can get the girl wired but I can't make her stay.
lean down, swing down
don't be too long
vice grip, guilt trip
don't get me wrong
quiet ... when I'm here alone
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone
I said good luck in jail the last time I called home
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone
Just got some more duck tape, I got the parts,
payload, speed boat
wanna come along,
vice grip, guilt trip
don't get me wrong
for 6 bucks an hour, for 8 hours a day,
where's all my money go an hour after I get paid?
I can get the girl wired but I can't make her stay.
don't be too long
vice grip, guilt trip
don't get me wrong
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone
I said good luck in jail the last time I called home
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone
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I think JohnnyDeath has it right about slackin' through life. And I guess this song could also be interpreted as life post-college (or completely without college). Either way, it's about living a boring, shitty, unproductive life in general. The examples are spread throughout the song- junk car, tired all the time, bad job, shitty love life, etc.
I have no idea what this song is about, but I love the overall song. It's so different and badass.
Burn Collector #11, anyone?
Totally visceral narrative of being just another confused suburban kid, slackin' his way through life.
yea, I'm more with Mzw but JohnnyDeath has the overall premise here too. The "Ged route" of the modern day... the type of guy who is stuck at home replacing the engine in his firebird all fuckin' summer that he bought on pinched pennies used, when he probably shoulda gotten a bigger car w/ more roomspace and a better job instead.
Life is lame at the post-hs, pre-college... or middle of college (in my case) stage. there's not much else to do than get fucked, fuck, or fuck around on nothing- unless youre at a university or somehow landed that life job already. Most people are in this situation than others realize, I think... a lot of us put on a front and act like we have our life planned out at 22 and it's the furthest thing from that, and i live in a suburban white shithole thats probably middle-class, but pretty depressing nonetheless. i know people who would kill to be 22 again tho... this song reminds me of someone i used to know very well, and now know not at all (but for reasons unavoidable).