Shreds - 04/24/03
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 2:37 pm
SHREDS / KING ARTHUR
I spent seven long hours down in fast food hell makin' shreds
I wear an ugly white shirt with a little gold bell makin' shreds
Hear me bitchin' in the kitchen from eleven to six
Slicin' up the lettuice for the taco mix, makin' shreds.
I fall asleep feeling like a fried frijole,
My baby says my kisses taste like guacamole... and shreds...
Now there's only two reasons I'm working here makin' shreds
It puts gas in my car and it buys my beer, makin' shreds.
I hate coming in early and closing up late,
Working Saturday nights, but mostly I just hate makin' shreds
Choppin' up the toppings for the big tostadas,
Paycheck comes and it's next to nada...
That's all you get for making shreds...
Twelve heads of lettuice, there's my life, makin' shreds
They prob'ly shouldn't trust me with a big sharp knife, makin' shreds.
I never let the boss see my bad attitude,
Just keep grindin' out this garbage that we call food, makin' shreds.
I'd like to quit, but I ain't got the balls-ta
So here I am up to my waist in salsa, makin' shreds...
Here I am up to my pits in salsa, makin' shreds...
Here I am up to my chin in salsa, makin'...
I spent seven long hours down in fast food hell makin' shreds
I wear an ugly white shirt with a little gold bell makin' shreds
Hear me bitchin' in the kitchen from eleven to six
Slicin' up the lettuice for the taco mix, makin' shreds.
I fall asleep feeling like a fried frijole,
My baby says my kisses taste like guacamole... and shreds...
Now there's only two reasons I'm working here makin' shreds
It puts gas in my car and it buys my beer, makin' shreds.
I hate coming in early and closing up late,
Working Saturday nights, but mostly I just hate makin' shreds
Choppin' up the toppings for the big tostadas,
Paycheck comes and it's next to nada...
That's all you get for making shreds...
Twelve heads of lettuice, there's my life, makin' shreds
They prob'ly shouldn't trust me with a big sharp knife, makin' shreds.
I never let the boss see my bad attitude,
Just keep grindin' out this garbage that we call food, makin' shreds.
I'd like to quit, but I ain't got the balls-ta
So here I am up to my waist in salsa, makin' shreds...
Here I am up to my pits in salsa, makin' shreds...
Here I am up to my chin in salsa, makin'...