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Correct Cashier In A Convience Store
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(slug arguing with himself) Get up man, wake up What time is it man? Yo, its late What time is it? Don't worry about it, its late Fuck man, this dirty motherfuckers gonna yell at at me again? Just go, just go I'm sick of this job man Don't forget your keys I should call in sick, no no, I should call in dead Dude you need this job Never have to see this place again What are you talking about? Slug can't come in hes dead Dude you need this job, dude Late for work (fuck) Wearing a wrinkled shirt (fuck) Id love to set this place on fire Let the sprinkles work Then thatd be me getting fired Instead ill get stoned Arrive late And pretend that I'm tired Do you need a book of matches with those? Would you like a bag? Thank you, have a nice day, I hope you fuckers gag I pity the fool that pays twice the price for our shit They could save cash and take their lazy ass to the super market Theres that chick from last month Remember the one that couldn't figure out Which side to pump her gas from Shes coming in, I've got a grin Cause tonights the night Yo toots, my nametag might be crooked But your looking alright We all pulling a hard days labor Gas, milk, soda, bread, porno mags, and newspapers Back here got the condoms Over the counter drugs Listerine for the drunks, robotusin for the gutter punks And everyday I look into that mirror I'm trying to see myself a little bit clearer I never notice any progress Although ill be here again to look tomorrow I'm just a cashier in a convience store Selling cigarettes and beer between cleaning floors I've seen it all without leaving this counter place People, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space And everyday I show up and sell you your soul We both inch a little closer to where we're trying to go You only land for a moment then resume the race People, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space And I've got your pass to paradise You can escape all these other parasites With just one buck, a little luck, you might, yah right I suggest you go home and check your fahrenheit You aint gonna get rich Your stuck here just like me The only difference is your drug is the lottery The lotto got your mind sometimes your last dime Use your fingernails to scratch off 3 of a kind And I've got your pass to paradise And id love to ask you babe wheres your life Wonder how you can be so high and still be scared of heights But I stop cause the customers always right (ya right) Must take a lunch break before I snap on the next cat That doesn't know what they need Gimmie a cigarette, a poison apple, I don't care Id be happy to just go outside and choke on the seeds I'm just a cashier in a convience store Selling cigarettes and beer between cleaning floors I've seen it all without leaving this counter place People, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space And everyday I show up and sell you your soul We both inch a little closer to where we're trying to go You only land for a moment then resume the race People, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space Seems like everything happens on the retail night shift Been robbed, had fights, caught fools trying to shop lift One time some kid got shot in the parking lot And the cops only come to surround the coffee pot After bars close, freaks come out the wood work All drunk and dumb, trying to play their game Takes patience to deal with iniebriated jerks But I smile cause theyre the easiest ones to short change The runners trade me dime bags for squares The crack heads offer blowjobs for beers I watch the clock in my head tick tock so slow And wait for the time to get the fuck out of here White collar, blue collar, don't care, gimmie a dollar Either way its all the same for only seven something an hour Your all a bunch of monsters, you live in hell Just waiting for these products to go on sale The best customers are the ones that's just passing through Asking for directions, gassing up with fuel I swear to god some day I'm gonna live that way With no one to answer to and no more dues to pay I hate you but I love you Don't know what I think of you I can't seem to shake you from my life Just pay me and save me Before you drive me crazy Don't know if I can take another night
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