Lyrics:

All right
I used to work in a convenience store
Either 11 to the 7 or the 6 to the 4
Spend the night drinking gin and selling pornography
Watch the cops coming in, I give them free coffee
Suck off all the nitrous from the whipcream can
Smoking weed in the parking lot with the puertorican
I was working to keep my car on the road
While they kept an eye on me through the security window
Stole a lot of shit, but I never got caught
Got canned for showing up late a lot

Whoa whoa whoa convenience store
I don't work for you no more
Whoa whoa whoa convenience store
I don't work at you no more
No more selling cigarettes or mopping up the floor
Flip the sign close and I'm straight out the door

You know I lived in a closet and I lived in a van
I've been the guy in the living room sleeping over there
Lived on food stamps and bottle returns
Dragged so damn much that my ass got burned
But I'm coming up, you know I'm coming up
Man you know you're bond to fail if you try to set me up
Used to play rock in a one horse town
Get so damn trashed that I'd fall on the ground
Buying forties with the money from last nights show
Just sitting on the backboards staring out the screen window

Whoa whoa mister destitution
I get so sick of hanging out with you, yeah
Whoa whoa mister destitution
I get so sick of hanging out with you, yeah
No more nickel clipping off our finger discount
No more bottle in the back pocket as I'm walking out

Whoa whoa whoa convenience store **fade out starts**
I don't work for you no more
Whoa whoa whoa convenience store
I don't work for you no more
Whoa whoa whoa convenience store **fade out ends**