Parking Ticket

There he is, down the street, it's the fucker in his striped car
How does it feel making a living as a thief?
Arm of the state and all you do is cause grief
Yeah, you should spend your life locked up behind bars

And I'm not too pussy to say it to you
I'll come right up to you and spit it in your face, yeah
I'll come right up to you and spit it in your face
No I'm not too pussy to spit it in your face

I was two minutes late, this fucker dinged me
Two minutes late, well I hope he has a field day
Goes home and buys himself a nice big steak
A nice big steak with my hard-earned pay

I got a parking ticket
I got a parking ticket right down the street
I got a parking ticket
I got a parking ticket, they got me beat
I got a parking ticket
Got a parking ticket and I'm not gonna pay it

Take my money and run
Take my money and run
I'm not gonna sit and watch like you do
You dirty hawks, you wannabe cops

I've got no patience left
I've got no money left
I've got no patience left
I've got no money left
I've got no patience left
I've got no money left
To fund your jerk-off job

I got a parking ticket (got a parking ticket!)
I got a parking ticket right down the street
I got a parking ticket (got a parking ticket!)
I got a parking ticket, they got me beat
I got a parking ticket (got a parking ticket!)
I got a parking ticket right down the street
I got a parking ticket (got a parking ticket!)
I got a parking ticket and I'm not gonna pay it



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Writer(s): Grace Spicer-pilon
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