The Patriot

I got him sitting in the backseat

And he’s trying to say shit

About his rights

Did I touch him?

Guy last shift

Would have shoved his head

Into the fucking pavement

And he’s taking swings at me

They get the good ones

These assholes

They know, too

They know

Who they can push it with

And who’ll crack ‘em

Right in the fucking face

They see me coming, man

They know what’s up

Two charges against me

For slapping somebody

Because it was some crackhead

Fucking socio-bitch

But she was pregnant

And the news got ahold of it

And there goes a charge

On my fucking record

The other one was--

Yeah, you don’t need

To know about that

That’s--

That’s none of your fucking business

No offense

But the first charge was bullshit

And now I got two

And three means

We got a problem

You can be fucking the union President’s mother

And you’re still screwed when you hit number three

So when these fucking dickheads

Give me a hard time now

I just gotta sweat it out

Until I get a few years behind me

And then I’m going to get set up

With a nice desk job

And some title that means

I don’t have to walk the streets

And get harrassed

By these cocksuckers

Like the one I got in my backseat

Not that there’s nothing I can do

I got options

My buddy over at the shop

Tells me when somebody gives me a hard time

Let him know

But it’s fucking humiliating

Having to go to some other guy

Because you can’t handle your own shit

You know what I mean?

But every so often

Somebody like the guy

In the back of the car

Comes along

And that’s when I think--

You know, I’m supposed to be

Getting these guys off the street

And this guy?

He’ll be back out there

In a day

Two, maybe

He can spit in my fucking face

And they’ll have him out at some barbecue

By Sunday afternoon

Talking about how he got one over on me

Fuck that

I’m taking him to the shop

And from there

Who the fuck knows

Where he’ll wind up

That’s none of my business

Gonna be Fourth of July soon

You doing anything for it?

Always used to be

My favorite

Fireworks

Hot dogs

People having fun

And I’ll be sitting in this car

With somebody in the back

Waiting to find out

When I can get my balls back

Waiting to find out

When I can stop taking the punches

And punch back