Rags To Riches Lyrics

Uh-huh, all right all right

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Greasy grimy salmon guts

Fingers slimy, halibut

Packs of mutts scavenge chunks

After ten thousand cuts as if a massacre has occurred

Alaska stickers on classic trucks

Naknek drifters' back pockets with a flask of liquor

Bad workers wear a mask and snicker

Hard workers with cramps and blisters happy with tobacco canisters

Human resources administers ibuprofen and a caffeine mixture

That is a magic elixir, take a breather man that should fix ya

Mosquito on the back of my neck who's needles feel like catfish whiskers

Compassion for addict hipsters, still address them as ma'am or mister

When the work shirt fabric stenches donate them or trash them bitches

Hit up a planet fitness, cash my checks then I'm back in business

I call this rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches, yeah

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Ninety nine percent can't handle this shit

Fresh out the madness, Real quick before I go back in

Been a while hasn't it

Howl with me what's happenin

Let me shout out Money Mogly

Shout out the youngin Wolfy

Shout out Big G and Joey

Shout out the gods and Noe

Break it down like

Where are you going

Hahahahahahahaha whooo

Probably somewhere snowing

Under the aurora borealis in my laboratory

Smile keeps my aura alluring

Wake up with a morning glory

In this Alaskan horror story there's

Greasy grimy salmon guts

Keep in mind your stamina, don't pinch your sciatica

Machinery sound like Metallica

Where is the plug for Cali bud

Two thirds of the day standing up

How the fuck it's only been half a month

Catch the chum hidden in the shoal

As they drop out splashing sludge

It's almost as if they have a grudge against families that indulge on their flesh

Sitting back with a fat bulge on their tummies mmm yummy

Some be on the floor but still fresh

There I go again exploring death

But that's how insane the story gets

And I'm about to go more in depth

Wept as I'd squeegee the floor, sort of swept pools of fish organs

Organic as it gets

On-site mechanic with a wrench

To repair the mechanism that beheads Sockeye salmon in like half a second

Before we handle the rest of the process

Some have a gash on their sides

Could've been seal, grizzly bear or Loch Ness

Meanwhile writing songs in my head

Ignoring those that taunting the dead

Quick shower to wash off this mess

Another long shift at the office

Woke up and I got dressed

I call this rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches, yeah

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Rags to riches

Ninety nine percent can't handle this shit

Where the fuck you goin'