Beck - Soul Suckin' Jerk (Reject) (Loser single)

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An earlier, slower, jazzier version of "Soul Suckin' Jerk" which is available on some copies of the Loser single. The only lyrical differences are that the verses are the other way round and he sings about a mouldy crouton halfway through. Lyrics- I'm standing right here with a beer in my hand And my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand Big fat fingers pointing into my face Telling me to get busy cleaning up this place Fourteen days, I been sleeping in a barn Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled With the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chilled I got bent like a wet cigarette And she's coming after me with a butterfly net Riding on a bloodhound, ringing a bell Black cat wrapped and I'm rolling up a hill Pencil in my leg and I'm trying not to beg Taking turns breaking words with the bacon and eggs Now they got me in a birdcage flapping my jaw Like a pretzel in the stars just waiting to fall So give me what I got to get so I can go 'Cause I ain't washing dishes in a ditch no more 'Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack 'Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack You know it! That's right Rockin' the town like a mouldy crouton Flying through the air with grease I got a job making money for the man Throwing chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can Puke-green uniform on my back I had to set it on fire in a ...

Beck - Soul Suckin' Jerk (Reject) (Loser single)

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