Atmosphere - 66th Street Lyrics

[talking: Slug] "Hi can I help you"?

I think it was a sunday, sometime in january
I could be wrong and I guess it isnt necessary
But I remember dat the ground was made of snow
And if you went outside you better take your coat
I must of been 19 years old I had a cashier job in a convienent store
Workin the counter makin minnimum dogh, sellin discont sokes to the neighborhood folk
I didn't pay much thought to his ski mask
It's minnesota man your face'll freeze fast
But I bet that I looked sorta dumb when I first caught sight of his bright orange gun
There I am adrenaline high and tryin to decide how I feel about his right hand
Is that a god damn? wait a minute it is a flare gun and guess where hes aimin it
You probobably ain't here to win the lottery
So you obviously gotta be robbin me
He nodded his head so I opened up the till
And grabbed the paper bag for the money cause I know the drill
I handed him the cash and the food stamps
He just stood there lookin all confused and
I'm thinkin yo why the f*ck ain't he movin
Come on crazy white boy don't do something stupid That bag is worth maybe two thirty Not enough for you ta pull the trigger back and burn me
By now you should be down the street
Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on t.v.
Ya it was fun but it's done so get out
"uh do you want me to lay down on the ground and start countin"?
Before the ski mask even started noddin I was already on that "one one thousand two one thousand"
The front door beeped I heard him leave
So I called my boss and the richfield police
Gotta close the shop and locked the doors Cause some trailer trash just robbed the store
And everybody acted so suspicious
I guess the flare gun story seemed futiciouse
Are you accusing me of petty embesselment
Don't ya see my left over adrenaline
Bosses and cops can be my friend
Never felt loyalty to either again
And to keep it real the irony didn't set
Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes