Текст песни: The Son of a Disgruntled X-Postal Worker Reflects on His Life While Getting Stoned in the Parking Lot of a Winn Dixie Listening to Metallica + перевод

I stood outside by the window

Mom lay bleeding on the sofa

Dad dry heaved in the kitchen

I didn’t wanna deal

He passed out on the formica

She held an ice cube to her lip

She stared vacant at the screen

She didn’t wanna deal

I drove behind the Winn Dixie

Smoked a bone and listened to Metallica

As loud as I could stand it

I didn’t wanna deal

I started thinking

He’s just biding his time

X-postal worker

Eaten up inside

Unemployed and disgruntled

Eaten up inside

Waiting for nothing

Waiting for a sign

Waiting for nothing

Waiting for his time

One day he’ll snap and kill her

Then he’ll shoot me while I’m sleeping

Then he’ll drive to the office

And kill’em all before he shoots himself

He was still passed out as I entered

She was locked up in her room

Locked up and waiting

Another day

I ain’t gonna deal

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