Anarchy in the Roundabout

I wake up late for work and I'm fighting mad
I can't find a clean shirt and I lost my badge
I work a 40 hour week just to stay poor
that damn landlord's knocking on my front door
says she wants the rent from three months before
or I can't live in her building no more

back off
jack off
get outta my face
I ain't got the money
get off of my case

she called the cops and they showed up drunk
they beat me down and said get out punk
look around ain't no handouts here
whatcha do spend the rent on beer
go and live off the land like a pioneer
by tomorrow night you'd better disappear

back off
jack off
get outta my face
I ain't got the money
get off of my case

so I grabbed my guitar and I packed my bags
grabbed what's left of the whiskey and my rebel flag
set fire to her car on my way out
painted anarchy in the roundabout
I hope they never find out where i'm hiding out
as I drove away I began to shout

back off
jack off
get outta my face
I ain't got the money
get off of my case

back off
jack off
get outta my face
I ain't got the money
get off of my case

You always have great rhymes and great subject matter.I love the refrain and even though your lines are a mouthful,I was able to "sing" them in my head.Success!