Parking Lot Lament

Sitting out here in this parking lot I've got nothing to read, and I got no pot A Guinness Stout is what I need To keep me from screaming Let me go home I've been here ten hours I want to get stone How come it's always me To get fucked over by everybody I brought in their crap And I cleaned up the dump And I'm only making twenty five bucks It's not my fault that that guy quit But I'm the one stuck dealing with it Let me go home I've been here ten hours I want to get stone How come it's always me To get fucked over by everybody Today it's a waitress with some stupid excuse Tomorrow a change by my bosses muse Everyday is a whole new adventure Why I put up with it I can't answer F*ck you and your four cars You're lucky it's Sunday and there's no open bars Cuz that's where you'd find me And when I saw you I'd get up and scream Let me go home I've been here ten hours I want to get stone How come it's always me To get fucked over by everybody