Songtext Message to the clerk Jandek

Message to the clerk

First I came to see the doctor, told him I was unemployed
Asked me what I did for money, told him I was overjoyed
To reach into the basket, take a bunch of dimes
Drop them near the paper riddled with my rhymes
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then I came to the priest, said I knew God was alive
He looked at me quite solemn, said 'Son don't give me that jive'
I reached into my pocket, pulled out a .45
Said 'Priest I got your number, and this here ain't no jive'
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then I came to see the man at the center of the town
Said 'Hey there Mister Leader, you're looking at a clown
I don't engage in nothing except hangin' around
I'm living high, I'm living low, I'm just screaming the sound'
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then I came to see myself, I got a nervous quirk
Behind a gun I lurk, he looks to me berserk
He pushes (?) at his time, he's running down a line
Face all dripping down, carrying a sign
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
And now you're independent, brush your teeth three times a day
Remember how I told you, remember how I say
That you've seen a hundred persons, and you've called me down today
Just to hear how lovely it sounds to hear me say
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work