Trashcan Sinatras - Mr. Grisly lyrics

There's a daddy long legs A crushed rain beetle Slim skinny jim on the brink again Under-umbrella'd, slip of a fella He's gonna turn to the drink Talking to the boys With dirty fingernails Skinheads and ponytails Here's the sledgehammer There's the fingernails Some dumb s**er's Going off the rails Poor daddy long legs Washed away in the rain Just another little business Going down the drain He won't be back here again Finding a job, losing a job All in a day Finding a job, losing a job Drinking the pay What will the missus say Mr. grisly He only wanted just a quiet job to do Poor mr. grisly cried The angels leave him aside Finding a job, losing a job Call it a day Finding a job, losing a job Drinking the pay Finding a job wasn't what you thought Wasn't what you always hand in mind You wanna go home Poor mr. grisly, you can't go home Poor mr. grisly, poor mr. grisly, poor mr. grisly He can't go home