The Son Of A Disgruntled X-Postal Worker Reflects On His Life While Getting Stoned In The Parking Lot Of A Winn Dixie Listening To Metallica

I stood outside by the window
Mom lay bleeding on the sofa
Dad dry heaved in the kitchen

I didn't wanna deal

He passed out on the formica
She held an ice cube to her lip
She stared vacant at the screen

She didn't wanna deal

I drove behind the Winn Dixie
Smoked a bone and listened to Metallica
As loud as I could stand it

I didn't wanna deal

I started thinking
He's just biding his time
X-postal worker
Eaten up inside
Unemployed and disgruntled
Eaten up inside
Waiting for nothing
Waiting for a sign
Waiting for nothing
Waiting for his time

One day he'll snap and kill her
Then he'll shoot me while I'm sleeping
Then he'll drive to the office
And kill'em all before he shoots himself

He was still passed out as I entered
She was locked up in her room
Locked up and waiting
Another day

I ain't gonna deal