I Stick It To The Mailman
I'm Pinned Against A Pot Plant
I'm Sick Of All The Sun-tan
Oily With The Ray-ban

Take That To The Bank And Call It A Check
Masked Without A Weapon

I'm Skinny As A Spit Pan
Dealing With The Shit Plan
Playing With My Bad Hand
Just Another Rock Band

Take That To The Man
And Call It A Check
Trapped Within A Contract

Hey There Boy While You Were Catching The Black Widow
The Rest Of Us Were Watching Melrose

I Wanna Swim In The Wattershed
I Wanna Listen To The Flowerhead
I Lost A Gallon And Still I Bled
I Keep On Thinking I Get Ahead

Pissed At All The Disc Jam
Pissed About The 5-ham
Pissed About The Green State
I Miss It And I Can't Wait

Hey Man Can't You Tell It's Still A Problem?
See You At The Devil's Tower