Can’t Be Good for Me (Petition Version) - Postal 2 Song
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[Verse 1] Alarm clock screaming, same damn day Grab my shades, lock and load, pray List says “milk,” ends up “mass grave” Every line between work and rave Cash the check, dodge the spray Clerk’s on fire, I’ll call it Monday All I wanted was to get paid Now I’m headline homemade [Pre-Chorus] Every step’s another raid Smile for the crowd, debts get paid They call it chaos, I call it lunch Trigger finger, coffee punch [Chorus] This can’t be good for me, but I feel great Whole town’s howling at the interstate Bullets sing, the pigeons croon Welcome to my errand of doom This can’t be good for me, but I feel great Body count climbs, still running late Cash that check, yeah, make it soon I’m doing chores with collateral bloom [Verse 2] Petition time, don’t make me beg Sign your name or lose a leg Return the book — building’s toast Guess I’m today’s unholy host The news says “maniac at large” But I just needed to recharge Grandma could beat this mess with ease If she saved as much as me [Pre-Chorus] Every task, a freak parade Paper cuts and hand grenades They call it madness, I call it home Every step another poem [Chorus] This can’t be good for me, but I feel great Whole town’s howling at the interstate Bullets sing, the pigeons croon Welcome to my errand of doom This can’t be good for me, but I feel great Body count climbs, still running late Cash that check, yeah, make it soon I’m doing chores with collateral bloom [Bridge] Yeah baby, I am the lizard king Sell my sins on eBay, cha-ching You thought today you’d make it through Surprise, fate’s got other plans for you Here I am, minding my rights Guess I’ll end the day with fights [Chorus] This can’t be good for me, but I feel great Whole town’s howling at the interstate Bullets sing, the pigeons croon Welcome to my errand of doom This can’t be good for me, but I feel great Body count climbs, still running late Cash that check, yeah, make it soon I’m doing chores with collateral bloom [Outro] Errand of doom Errand of doom Guess I’ll call it a productive afternoon