Hi, can I help you?
[Verse 1]
I think it was a Sunday,
sometime in January
I could be wrong and I guess
it isn't necessary
But I remember that the ground
was made of snow
And if you went outside,
you better take your coat
I must have been nineteen years old
I had a cashier job
at a convenience store
Working the counter making
minimum doe
Selling discount smokes to the
neighbourhood folk
I didn't pay much thought
to his ski mask
It's Minnesota man,
your face will 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 goddamn? Wait a minute
It is a flare gun and guess where
he's aiming it
You probably ain't here
to win the lottery
So you obviously gotta
be robbin me
He nodded his head so opened
up the till
And grabbed a paper bag for the money
cause I know the drill
I handed him the cash and
the food stamps
He just stood there looking
all confused and
I'm thinking "Yo, why the fuck
ain't he movin?"
C'mon crazy white boy, don't
do somethin stupid
That bag is worth maybe two- thirty
Not enough for you to 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 TV?
Yeah it was fun but it's done,
now get out
"Ah, do you want me lay down on the
ground and start countin crops?"
Before the ski way even started noddin
I was already on that, one one- thousand,
two one- thousand
The front door beeped, I heard him leave
So I called my boss and
the Richfield police
Gotta close the shop and lock
the doors
Cause some trailer trash just
robbed the store
[Verse 2] Everybody acted so suspicious
I guess the flare gun story
seemed fictitious
Are you accusing me of petty
embezzlement?
Don't you see my left
over adrenaline?
Bosses and cops can't 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 stealing cigarettes