Cashier In a Convenience 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, it’s late
    Fuck man, this dirty motherfuckers gonna yell at at me again?
    Just go, just go
    Im 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 cant 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 im 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 couldnt figure out
    Which side to pump her gas from
    Shes coming in, ive 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
    Im trying to see myself a little bit clearer
    I never notice any progress
    Although ill be here again to look tomorrow

    Im just a cashier in a convience store
    Selling cigarettes and beer between cleaning floors
    Ive 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

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    And ive 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 ferinhiet
    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 ass down
    Use your fingernails to scratch off 3 of a kind
    And ive 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 doesnt know what they need
    Gimmie a cigarette, a poison apple, i dont care
    Id be happy to just go outside and choke on the seeds

    Im just a cashier in a convience store
    Selling cigarettes and beer between cleaning floors
    Ive 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 blow jobs 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, dont 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 thats just passing through
    Asking for directions, gassing up with fuel
    I swear to god some day im gonna live that way
    With no one to answer to and no more dues to pay

    I hate you but i love you
    Dont know what i think of you
    I cant seem to shake you from my life
    Just pay me and save me
    Before you drive me crazy
    Dont know if i can take another night

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