Soul Suckin Jerk
By: Beck Hansen, Karl Stephenson
Written by: Beck Hansen, Karl Stephenson

Version Of: Soul Suckin Jerk

This Version:
  • Soul Suckin Jerk (3:55)
    Available on Mellow Gold.
    Credits
    Rob Schnapf: Mix, Producer
    Tom Rothrock: Mix, Producer
    Beck Hansen: Producer, Vocals, Vocals (Background)
    Karl Stephenson: Producer
 
Lyrics:
I got a job making money for the man
Throwing chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can
Puke-green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
Running through the minimall in my underwear
I got lost downtown, couldn't find a ride home
Sun went down, I got frozen to the bone
'Til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat
As I took a little nap, the cops picked up us both
I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever should have burned my uniform
He said, "Too bad, better bite the bullet hard, son."
I didn't have no teeth, so I stole his gun
And I crawled out the window with my shadow on the spoon
Dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon (gettin' busy)
'Cause I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack

I'm standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
Fourteen days, I been sleeping in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm [beck.com: headache and a paycheck]
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill
Big fat veins pointing into my face
Telling me to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's coming after me with a butterfly net
Riding on a bloodhound, ringing a bell
Black cat wrapped and I'm rolling out to hell
Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking turns baking worms with the bacon and eggs
Now they got me in a birdcage flapping my jaw
Like a parcel of stars just waiting to fall [beck.com: pretzel in the stars]
So give me what I got to get so I can go
'Cause I ain't washing dishes in a ditch no more
I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack

No no no no, soul sucking jerk, soul sucking jerk
No soul sucking jerk, soul sucking jerk
I ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack
Ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
Ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
 
Live:

Played live 19 times:
Earliest known live version: March 30, 1994
Latest known live version: December 18, 1994