I Ain’t Got No Job !!! Mojo Nixon Lyrics
No longer will I pander to your idiotic whims
No longer will I play stupid so your pea brain can feel superior
No longer will I play the child suckin’ your big daddy balls
Theater of the retarded, oh yeah, retarded sucker
Yeah, don’t tell me what to do
Cause I might just turn on you
I ain’t never working another day in my life
You know I don’t care about the paychecks, I don’t care about the job security,
Yeah I don’t care about the goddamn health plan
Or the lousy vacation, I don’t care about the rent, you know, I’m out in the front yard
sawing up bill collectors with a chainsaw, that’s right, that’s right
And I’m on my lunch break sucker, all the way to 5:00, you hear me, and this is a
personal phone call, that’s right, and I don’t, I don’t, I don’t care what time it is, I’m
showing up when I want to, cause, yeah
Um…What can I say :)
Indie porn at it’s finest :)
Check out the rest tomorrow in my new update where we show just how truly Wendy Watkins and I can embarrass ourselves ;)
Search Light Lyrics by Bitch & Animal
There’s a helicopter with a searchlight As big and bright as a star wars sword About two blocks from here Where the people are mostly poor The cops say they don’t know Who’s flying that thing And it’s loud, it got me out of bed To witness their sting Who wronged who? Who’s running? and what race? First I’m scared Like there’s some monster on the loose, Then I’m like “oh right there’s monsters everywhere” It’s just which side they choose Maybe who they’re after Is the invisible man And they won’t even catch him Until he’s got his hands in the white world’s cookie jar They’ll never catch him Great men have lived in subways Women have sculpted homes out of dirt Eight men live in the sewer at the basement of our earth It’s our face on all those coins We’ve made murder into money We’ve just pulled profits from people’s deaths We’ve been duped and regrouped so we could all fear each other then we believe in this because we can’t even imagine another All saints all prophets all stories all storytellers All whores all birds all people who’ve come out to be heard All women all witches all bitches all trannies All scrotum toters all glass blowers all chicks with big fannies All dealers all healers all self righteous kneelers All artists all poems all same thing over and over again All artists all poems all will all continue forever No creation No destruction We are all here We have always been here We are all here We will always be here No matter how the search ends No matter how far it bends
