Go Postal

I got a job, no it got me
Fucked by the statue of liberty
Paid and played all the games
Freedom came right in my face
Know where to run, know where to hide
Got my air tight alibi
Pop the freshness on life
Open wide and take a bite
Why is it always people like us who
Do all the work and still get fucked
I got a girl seventeen
Reining supreme cum guzzlin' queen
She lied to me unfortunately
I can't go back to New Orleans
Fuck the rules, fuck the law
They don't really protect us all
Now I'm fucked, my life's a mess
What's next, the IRS
Why is it always people like us who
Do all the work and still get fucked
Rat on a treadmill, can't get ahead
Will all of this shit ever come to an end...