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 Songtext / Lyric

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