Ain't no jobs (1988)

  

Ain’t no jobs in Stillsville none in the greasy armpit

Restaurants where the youth roll up their sleeves and plunge

Into the putrid dishwater and choke on the shit eating grin

While cleaning up for the zillionaire rednecks and

Their beehived concubines who snarl for ashtrays and deposit

Their chewing gum under yer apron

Ain’t no work in the convenience store unless ya lop off

Yer hair’s golden plumes and forsake the limbs of

Yer mind to the tree cutters and even if

You get the job it means livin on money stained with the

Feces of satan where bossman hides his piggybank full

Of coke and bribery ain’t no work with the paintbrush

Unless you got her papers certifying your ability to

Mask the seams cause even  if you were to get a shot at

That job you’d probably fall off a ladder with

Paint in your eyes

Ain’t no labor opportunity in the construction sectors because

They’re being hatched prefab in mexico and korea

Out of shredded old growth complete with bedside bible

And ten gauge and even if you lucked into a shift

Here and there you’d see thru the shabbiness of the human condition

And make homes of mud

But there ain’t no positions to fill being a protector of the

Planet tho if I could get this appointment I’d

Take a few looks at our lawnmowers and suburban sprawl and

Family dissolution which would

Be more than an unending job.