Bek Lyrics

Soul Suckin Jerk (Reject)

(From the US Loser Single)

[Written by Beck Hansen]

I'm standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
Telling me to get busy cleaning up this place

Fourteen days, I been sleeping in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's coming after me with a butterfly net

Riding on a bloodhound, ringing a bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
Pencil in my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs
Now they got me in a birdcage flapping my jaw
Like a pretzel in the stars just waiting to fall
So give me what I got to get so I can go
'Cause I ain't washing dishes in a 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
Rockin' the town like a mouldy crouton
Flying through the air with breeze

I got a job making money for the man
Throwing chicken in a bucket with a 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 minimall in my underwear
I got lost downtown, couldn't find a ride home
The 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 burned 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 and a spoon
Dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah