Pencil Pusher - Jam-Ass Lyrics

She's wearing Alamo jeans
The badge of loners and catch-phrase teeny-machines
From Downers Grove to Nepal
In a red-hot river of resin

She sure likes whiskey, she sure made it
She made it clear in her application
You'd better get ready to fall
And don't forget that you don't matter at all

In a well developed ghost town
You feel pacified putzin' around
You should've written another page
Because you're f*cking making minimum wage

She never said she liked law-school boys
What made you think that she was Helen of Troy
You'd better get ready to fall
And don't forget that you don't matter at all

(Let me get a little f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
(Let me get a little f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
(Let me get a little f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
(Let me get a little)