Jim Morris - Roadk** Maintenance Man lyrics

Now he got stabbed by the biggest knife I think I've ever seen in my life Lying by the side of the road in a pool of blood A big ol'semi came along Ran over his head, now half his face is gone The poor old corpse got squashed and buried in the mud Three or four hot August days go by And some buzzards come down from the sky And begin to eat his nose and pick his bones Now I'm a pro, but I'd be remiss Not to feel remorse when people die like this But why'd the bossman send me out here alone CHORUS: And I don't want to be any roadk** maintenance man Just spending my days in some buzzard's fantasyland I'd rather do the evening news and make about a hundred grand No, I don't want to be any roadk** maintenance man I should have given more thought to medical school Or corporate law or something equally cool I'm up to my ears in lizards and gizzards and bones And you know it's really hard to impress the girls When your job consists of scrapping up squirrels And you know they pay people to pretend they're Having s** with Sharon Stone Now how do you get that job? CHORUS And I don't want to be any roadk** maintenance man Spending my days in some buzzard's fantasyland I'd rather be a p**no star, getting laid whenever I can No, I don't want to be any roadk** maintenance Don't want to be any roadk** maintainance No, I don't want to be any roadk** maintenance man No sir, not me