Paperboy Songtext
von Moistboyz

4 o′clock in the morning, throw the roll on the lawn
Fuckers do it in their beds, at the crack of dawn.
Makin' money with a teenage toy, a little less than a pawn.
Collecting few dollars at your neighbor door
With a wake and a yawn.

Call you hermaphrodite, ′cause you can fuck yourself
You'll never get it right, why don't you kill yourself.


Rollin′ in about 5: 15, still ahead of the gain
Casting your pearls before swine, boy, then your time will change
Fat lady with the moo moo hair, like a dog with a mange
Mister nickelback calling with his cheap ass hand, story′s always the same.

Shoot your dog in the head, not even making noise
Wish you were fuckin' dead, ′cause you're the paperboy

Kids are laughin′ as you roll the streets,
Say you're old and lame.
Same damn cop shines the light in your face, he sees you every day.
Porch monkey tweeters sneaking back inside, such a stupid game
Sunrise superman makin′ scene, such a goddamn shame.

Gettin' sick 'n tired of being self-employed
You never can retire ′cause you′re the paperboy!