Lyrics Milk Man - Rare Americans

Milk Man

Sometimes I drive and ignore the signs
Without a seconds thought
I’m not an asshole, but don’t care about getting caught
My friend the lawyer pads his time
I think the man behind the man has got his hands
In both your pockets laughing
Grinding, like the milkman
(Laughing)
Pull the strings, the people dance
On a leash like sheep herd, cash advance
Put enough in your pocket, your life’s a loan
Till you can’t get straight, deep red, full blown
You got no one to turn to
And people you owe
You’re a dope, head shakin', battered, broke
Life is tough man
We go on with the show
This life is tough man
And everybody knows
I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go (Go!)
I might indulge a little
In this life you never know (Know!)
I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go (Go!)
I might indulge a little
I SAID «FUCK IT» LONG AGO!
What is your play at the end of the day?
(Should I know?)
Will you stay down or will you find a way?
(I'll find a way)
What is your play at the end of the day?
(I think I know)
Will you stay down or will you find a way?
I’ll find a way (Way, way, way)
I’ll find a way
I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go
Why not indulge a little
In this life you never know?
I call it as I see it
I’m straight as shooters go
Why not indulge a little?
I SAID «FUCK IT» LONG AGO!
I SAID «FUCK IT, LET IT GO!»