Lyrics:

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