Get A Job! Songtext
Hey, hey, hey
My brain is dead from all the alcohol
Fill it with lead, or maybe I should call
Suicide hotline, tell 'em about all my problems
See if they know how to solve 'em (hey, hey, hey)
Wake up, get drunk, put on the same old jeans
That I've worn for two weeks, holes in both of the knees
Get high, lay low and wonder why I'm in poverty
My brain is dead from all the alcohol
Fill it with lead, or maybe I should call
Suicide hotline, tell 'em about all my problems
See if they know how to solve 'em (hey, hey, hey)
Wake up, get drunk, put on the same old jeans
That I've worn for two weeks, holes in both of the knees
Get high, lay low and wonder why I'm in poverty
Why can't I win the lottery? (Hey, hey, hey)
You say, I need to get a job
Well I hate working for a guy named Bob
Who can't get laid so he takes it out on me (hey, hey, hey)
Get paid, but lose my will to live
Clean shit, mop floors till I'm fifty-six
Die quick in a highway accident (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Cut off my hair, I hate the way I look
Tattoo my skin, I wrote the goddamn book
On what not to do if you're looking for employment
How to be a disappointment (hey, hey, hey)
You say, I need to get a job
Well I hate working for a guy named Bob
Who can't get laid so he takes it out on me (hey, hey, hey) Get paid, but lose my will to live
Clean shit, mop floors till I'm fifty-six
Die quick in a highway accident (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
You say, I need to get a job
Well I hate working for a guy named Bob
Who can't get laid so he takes it out on me (hey, hey, hey)
Get paid, but lose my will to live
Clean shit, mop floors till I'm fifty-six
Die quick in a highway accident (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Cut off my hair, I hate the way I look
Tattoo my skin, I wrote the goddamn book
On what not to do if you're looking for employment
How to be a disappointment (hey, hey, hey)
You say, I need to get a job
Well I hate working for a guy named Bob
Who can't get laid so he takes it out on me (hey, hey, hey) Get paid, but lose my will to live
Clean shit, mop floors till I'm fifty-six
Die quick in a highway accident (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
