Clocking Out

Jiminy Christmas, ooh, hot damn

My nine-to-five job is a big ol' sham

I woke up at seven to open a loan

And then I hurt myself on purpose 'cause I wanna go home (Fuck this)

Stuck my hand in a fryin' pan

Cut my neck with a ceilin' fan

Broke my toe on a garbage can

And now I'm clockin' out early with a plate in my hand (See ya, suckers)

I'm goin' off grid this year

Gonna learn how to use a spear

I don't know if I made this clear

But ol' Uncle Sam can suck and kiss my rear

Dodgin' the law is so damn freein'

I'm in debt a couple thousand, so I'm fleein'

Built a house with my two bare hands

It's up in the tree, not no sinkin' sand

Bum (Bum-ba-dum-bum-bum-ba-da-bum)

Ba-ba-da-bum

I'm butt naked in the forest

Livin' on squirrels and oranges

Duckin' those bullshit warrants

(Woo-ooh-ooh)