Atmosphere 66th Street Lyrics

Sad Clown Bad Winter 11 Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Don't Stop
  • 2 66th Street
  • 3 They All Get Mad at You
  • 4 Beautiful
  • 5 Ha, This One Is About Alcohol Too

  • I think it was a sunday, sometime in january
    I could be wrong and I guess it isnt necessary
    But I remember tat the ground was made of snow
    And if you went outside you better take your coat
    I must of been 19 years old I had a cashier job in a convienent store
    Workin the counter makin minnimum dogh, sellin discont sokes to the neighborhood folk
    I didn't pay much thought to his ski mask
    It's minnesota man your face'll freeze fast
    But I bet that I looked sorta dumb when I first caught sight of his bright orange gun
    There I am adrenaline high and tryin to decide how I feel about his right hand
    Is that a god damn? wait a minute it is a flare gun and guess where hes aimin it
    You probobably ain't here to win the lottery
    So you obviously gotta be robbin me
    He nodded his head so I opened up the till
    And grabbed the paper bag for the money cause I know the drill
    I handed him the cash andthe food stamps
    He just stood there lookin all confused and
    I'm thinkin yo why the fuck ain't he movin
    Come on crazy white boy don't do somethin stupid
    That bag is worth maybe two thirty
    Not enough for you ta pull the trigger back and burn me
    By now you should be down the street
    Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on t.v.
    Ya it was fun but it's done so get out
    "uh do you want me to ay down on the ground and start countin"?
    Before the ski mask even started noddin I was already on some "one one thousand two one thousand"
    The front door beeped I heard him leave
    So I called my bss and the richfield police
    Gotta close the shop and lock the doors
    Cause some trailer trash just robbed te store
    And everybody acted so suspicious
    I guess the flare gun story seemed fictiious
    Are you accusing me of petty embesselment
    Don't ya see my left over adrenaline
    Bosses and cops can be my friend
    Never felt loyalty to either again
    And to keep it real the irony didn't set
    Until a year later when I got fired for stealin cigerettes

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