Paperboy - Moistboyz

4 o´clock in the morning, throw the roll on the lawn

fuckers do it in their beds, at the crack of dawn.

Makin´ money with a teenage toy, a little less than a pawn.

Collecting few dollars at your neighbor door

With a wake and a yawn.

Call you hermaphrodite, ´cause you can fuck yourself

You´ll never get it right, why don´t you kill yourself.

Rollin´ in about 5: 15, still ahead of the gain

Casting your pearls before swine, boy, then your time will change

Fat lady with the moo moo hair, like a dog with a mange

Mister nickelback calling with his cheap ass hand, story´s always the same.

Shoot your dog in the head, not even making noise

Wish you were fuckin´ dead, ´cause you´re the paperboy

Kids are laughin´ as you roll the streets,

say you´re old and lame.

Same damn cop shines the light in your face, he sees you every day.

Porch monkey tweeters sneaking back inside, such a stupid game

Sunrise superman makin´ scene, such a goddamn shame.

Gettin´ sick ´n tired of being self-employed

You never can retire ´cause you´re the paperboy!