Gasoline

I got a shirt with my name on the pocket

I got a Glock under the cigarettes

I got a boss who comes in every morning

struttin' around in his sandals and sweats

now the drawer, it gets most of the money

might slip a dollar or two underneath

lunch and dinner right off the roller grill

staying afloat by the skin of my teeth

feels like the whole world is coming and going

behind this counter, i'm standing still

cars fly in and out of the parking lot

but I'm stuck here to die on this hill

and I'll be selling you six packs and scratch offs

condoms, ice cream and caffeine

watching everyone else going somewhere

and going home smelling like gasoline

yeah, I realize everything's broken

but you go ahead and complain

I know you think you're addressing the captain

but I'm just pouring the drinks on this plane

so maybe put your stuff on the counter

I'll ring you up and and you'll be ready to ride

and then you can get back on the interstate

and I can get back to dying inside

seems like the whole world's coming and going

behind this counter, i'm standing still

the cars fly in and out of the parking lot

but I'm stuck here to die on this hill

and I'll be selling you six packs and scratch offs

condoms, ice cream and caffeine

watching everyone else going somewhere

and going home smelling like gasoline

yeah, feels like the whole world's coming and going

behind this counter, i'm standing still

cars fly in and out of the parking lot

but I'm stuck here to die on this hill

and I'll be selling you six packs and scratch offs

condoms, ice cream and caffeine

watching everyone else going somewhere

and going home smelling like gasoline

yeah, smelling like gasoline