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Soul Suckin Jerk Lyrics
I got a job making money for the man
throwing chicken in the bucket with the
soda pop can
puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
running through the mini mall in my underwear
I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home
sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat
as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform
he said 'too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
and I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon
dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon
get busy, get busy, you know it
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
standing right here with a beer in my hand
and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
fourteen days I been sleeping 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 chill
big fat fingers pointing into my face
telling me to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
and she's coming after me with a butterfly net
ridin on a bloodhound ringing the bell
black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
taking turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs
well 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
and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
throwing chicken in the bucket with the
soda pop can
puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
running through the mini mall in my underwear
sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat
as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform
he said 'too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
and I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon
dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
fourteen days I been sleeping 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 chill
big fat fingers pointing into my face
telling me to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
and she's coming after me with a butterfly net
ridin on a bloodhound ringing the bell
black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
taking turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs
well 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
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
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If you can get your hands on the Loser EP, there is an amazing version of this song.
This is perhaps one of my favorite beck songs. The entire Mellowgold album rocks too hard to handle.
About the hard life working for the chicken house man! Gotta pay the telephone bills yall.
A la Bob Dylan's "Maggie's Farm"
This is pretty much my theme song. Tried working the 40 hour week and couldn't do it. Can't work for no soul sucking jerk. So I started my own business.....blowing leaves!!! (Landscaping actually.) I'll keep my 15 hour week and the soul sucking jerks can bother someone else.
beck has had so many strange jobs. like blowing leaves. and he'd bring his leaf blower on stage. hahaha.
ModestM, your name isn't Nick, is it? Yeah, Mellow Gold is the STUFF. Rarely leaves my CD player and this song kicks ass... esp. with the distorted guitar/bass line in the break (ha. I'm an idiot) So freakin awesome, I got my brother into Beck by making him listen to this song alone. Funny and whack. eh.... inaudible
yeah the version on the Loser EP is awesome, different music and the verses are rearranged. Plus it contains one of Beck's great one-liners "Rockin' The Town Like A Moldy Crouton!!" Freakin' hillarious stuff.
@tomauto Flyin through the air with breeze!
@tomauto Flyin through the air with breeze!
^^^^^^^^^^ lmfao... 'rockn the town like a moldy crouton' . That is going on my screensaver marquee. YEAHHHH
This is a Beck classic. All about punching clock for the man just to get by. Seems like alot of beck's early stuff is like that. The whole mellow gold album especially. It just conjures up images of minimum wage jobs, living in run-down apartments, drinking your life away. I like to listen to this stuff when life sucks.
this is a good song I like the version of this on the Loser single better than the album version though