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Loser


Artist: Beck
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 5
Year: 1994

Soul Suckin Jerk Lyrics - Loser - Beck

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 

 

Till 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 

 

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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 

 

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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 

I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk 

I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack 

 

[Soul sucking jerkSoul sucking jerkSoul sucking jerkI ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jackAin't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerkAin't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk] 

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