Wage slave women So angry and small Kick them in the head Mother, clerk, cashier One's got her eye on me Rushes the aisle Scolds me for swiping the sugar packs Hey, I have to pay for those! And I'm thinking, Fuck You! Does it come out of your check?
Small town vigilante Lives for the company Couldn't find another job if she wanted to Can't pay for that kind of loyalty
By the time I get to the cash register There's another one at my heels A meth addict with a lovesick stare She wants me to father her children Beat her up Steal the welfare money But I just want to get home Throw my TV dinners in the microwave And catch reruns of Ellen
