Texas Convenience

It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas
The kind you could tell brought consequences
The mud was soft but the air was cool
Something was about to go down
The neon lights of the convenience store
Reflected off that old pickup truck's door
Revolving glass opened wide
A young man walked inside

The black boots stomped right into the store
He told the clerk to get the fuck on that floor
Sees the camera through the hole in his mask
And it documents it all
Where's the cash? now where's the cash motherfucker
I'm taking the entire stash
Gimme the keys I'm takin' the money
And don't act funny or I'll kill your ass
He grabs the loot and then he starts to leave
The clerk jumps up and wipes off his sleeves
Picks up the phone and calls the law
I've just been robbed

It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas
It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas

When the cop shows up the young man tells him everything
From the time of the crime to the amount of the loot
To the security video system
But they couldn't make out a description
Baffled and confused, the pig says there's not a whole lot I can do
Except write this up - why don't you go ahead and lock up
And be on your way
The young man grabs his things and he starts to walk out into the rain
A pickup truck pulls up right beside
And tells him to calm down and hop inside

It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas
It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas
It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas
It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas

The convenience clerk hops up inside
Looks the other man right in his eye
He did a double-take real quick
Oh shit - it's the same guy that robbed him
The driver puts his foot on the gas
Lights up the pipe of the Mexican hash
The two young men begin to laugh
Two thousand in cash split in half

It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas
It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas
It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas
It was a rainy night in the middle of Texas

It's like this, my man, I'm so tired of stressin'
About the paycheck it's so fuckin' depressin'
Chasing Mr. Jones on my two speed bike I think I'll hitchhike
The inevitable always catches up to me
The solution is never really sold for free
Gotta have the money to buy the necktie
Gotta have the tie to meet the right guy
Gotta know the guy who's gonna hire me then
To sell these bullshit products
To his bullshit friends
Now get with it - It's the American way
C'mon now get with it - It's the American way
C'mon now get with it - they all say it's the American way
C'mon now get with it