Atmosphere Cashier In A Convience Store (slug) Lyrics

Cashier In A Convience Store (slug) Lyrics

(slug arguing with himself)

Get up man, wake up

What time is it man?

Yo, its late

What time is it?

don’t worry about it, it’s late

Fuck man, this dirty motherfuckers gonna yell at at me again?

Just go, just go

Im sick of this job man

don’t forget your keys

I should call in sick, no no, I should call in dead

Dude you need this job

Never have to see this place again

What are you talking about?

Slug cant come in hes dead

Dude you need this job, dude



late for work (fuck)

wearing a wrinkled shirt (fuck)

id love to set this place on fire

let the sprinkles work

then thatd be me getting fired

instead ill get stoned

arrive late

and pretend that im tired

do you need a book of matches with those?

would you like a bag?

thank you, have a nice day, i hope you fuckers gag

i pity the fool that pays twice the price for our shit

they could save cash and take their lazy ass to the super market

theres that chick from last month

remember the one that couldnt figure out

which side to pump her gas from

shes coming in, ive got a grin

cause tonights the night

yo toots, my nametag might be crooked

but your looking alright

we all pulling a hard days labor

gas, milk, soda, bread, porno mags, and newspapers

back here got the condoms

over the counter drugs

listerine for the drunks, robotusin for the gutter punks

and everyday i look into that mirror

im trying to see myself a little bit clearer

i never notice any progress

although ill be here again to look tomorrow



im just a cashier in a convience store

selling cigarettes and beer between cleaning floors

ive seen it all without leaving this counter place

people, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space

and everyday i show up and sell you your soul

we both inch a little closer to where we're trying to go

you only land for a moment then resume the race

people, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space



and ive got your pass to paradise

you can escape all these other parasites

with just one buck, a little luck, you might, yah right

i suggest you go home and check your fahrenheit

you aint gonna get rich

your stuck here just like me

the only difference is your drug is the lottery

the lotto got your mind sometimes your last dime

use your fingernails to scratch off 3 of a kind

and ive got your pass to paradise

and id love to ask you babe wheres your life

wonder how you can be so high and still be scared of heights

but i stop cause the customers always right (ya right)

must take a lunch break before i snap on the next cat

that doesnt know what they need

gimmie a cigarette, a poison apple, i dont care

id be happy to just go outside and choke on the seeds



im just a cashier in a convience store

selling cigarettes and beer between cleaning floors

ive seen it all without leaving this counter place

people, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space

and everyday i show up and sell you your soul

we both inch a little closer to where we're trying to go

you only land for a moment then resume the race

people, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space



seems like everything happens on the retail night shift

been robbed, had fights, caught fools trying to shop lift

one time some kid got shot in the parking lot

and the cops only come to surround the coffee pot

after bars close, freaks come out the wood work

all drunk and dumb, trying to play their game

takes patience to deal with iniebriated jerks

but i smile cause theyre the easiest ones to short change

the runners trade me dime bags for squares

the crack heads offer blowjobs for beers

i watch the clock in my head tick tock so slow

and wait for the time to get the fuck out of here

white collar, blue collar, dont care, gimmie a dollar

either way its all the same for only seven something an hour

your all a bunch of monsters, you live in hell

just waiting for these products to go on sale

the best customers are the ones thats just passing through

asking for directions, gassing up with fuel

i swear to god some day im gonna live that way

with no one to answer to and no more dues to pay



i hate you but i love you

dont know what i think of you

i cant seem to shake you from my life

just pay me and save me

before you drive me crazy

dont know if i can take another night