It's hotter than a half fucked fox
In a forest fire
And it's colder than a witches titty
Freezing as she flies
It's easier than Sunday morning
Just like the commodores
You don't have to worry mama
When I hit the floor
Unpacking this here bag
Just to pack it up again
And the road goes on forever
But my shift never ends
They're signing them papers
Mailbox money got it made
My rent ain't even up to date
Even though I just got paid
I believe there's a simple solution
To end this shit
If I could break right through the walls of this maze
I could surely see it
Upside down and shaken
