I'm not sick. I shoul go to work. And bring home the bacon. But there's bacon right here. And a rented DVD. Where's the remote?

Romaine noodles stuck inside my ribs, Not as satisfying as concrete, No shows, no expensive teeth cleanings, mooching drinks, Borrowing clean clothes, Studying how to pick locks, I wish it was payday.

I don't want to have a job of any kind, I don't even want to walk to the kitchen to get water, I'll take my days dishonest and free, thank you.

I'd work harder if you gave me more. I wouldn't hate life so much if you gave me more. Instead, I am going to sleep at my desk. A bloated fish stinking on the shore, I on your payroll.