

chimps, pigeons, turkeys) reflect his low self-image, his impulsive nature at the time. Most of the dumb animal metaphors (monkeys vs. My InterpretationBeck wrote this as a starving folk-artist on a serious funk. (I'm a driver, I'm a winner, things are gonna change I can feel it) I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hateĪnd my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite The daytime crap with the folksinger slopĪ slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job One's on the pole, shove the other in the bag

'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?īan all the music with a phony gas chamber I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? (double barrel buckshot)

Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park So shave your face with some mace in the dark You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve Someone keeps sayin' I'm insane to complainĪbout a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control Kill the headlights and put it in neutral With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetablesĭog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkeyīutane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
