Jandek - Message To The Clerk, Pt.1 lyrics

rate me

First I came to see the doctor, told him I was unemployed

Asked me what I did for money, told him I was overjoyed

To reach into the basket, and take a bunch of dimes

Drop them for the paper riddled with my rhymes

Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work

Then I came to see the priest, said I knew God was alive

He looked at me quite solemn, said “Son don't give me that jive”

I reached into my pocket, pulled out .45

Said “Priest I got your number, and this here ain't no jive”

Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work