Story Behind the Song
Among the litany of utterly forgettable bullshit jobs Ive had whilst supporting my music addiction, being a specialty courier was among the oddest. In this grand position, I had the opportunity to transport (by foot, car, truck, and motorcycle) everything from blood, urgent documents, life-saving medicines, federal banking documents, drugs, generic boxes with uncomfortably large bio-hazard stickers, arms for machines, arms for people, arms for the contras, alms for the poor, etc. This position afforded me with the necessary experiences and frustrations to write this tune.
Inconsiderate Bastard was recorded in late 1999 on my computer in the overpriced closet I call home in NYC.
Lyrics
Words & Music by naked albert - Copyright 2000 naked albert (Albert Vasquez) (ASCAP)
Have to start a new job today, Got up ten miutes too late, So I get in the car , and press it to the floor...
All I want to do is pass you safely, But very idiot is in my way, This conspiracy to piss me off will rot me to the core...
Now Ive never been what you'd call violent, but you are driving me right to that edge, I think my baser instincts
might overwhelm my big fat brain...
My hands are shaking, my visioned blurring, I never knew I knew the insults Im slurring,
If I were you , Id say my prayers ,Because the voices say that you must pay...
Inconsiderate Bastard In The Left Lane,
Yourre the type of selfish prick that Id like to ignorece five exit s ago,
So show us some consideration,
And leave the car at home , This way youll have both hands for the phone....
Inconsiderate Bastard In The Left Lane
I lost all my patience five exits ago
So either pull it over
Or give me what I need
Otherwise Ill have to make you bleed...
Theres Madge and Mabel doing 35, 5000 pounds swerves from left to right, those sweet old bats have been officially blind since 1984
Theres the deaf and dumb and psychically wounded, The makeup queens and the cell phone geeks,
And the freaks with at least two fingers up thier nose,
Theres the minivan filled with monsters wailing, a dickhead reads the local times,
And some foriegn guy who is giving me the finger as he finishes his beer...
Inconsiderate Bastard In The Left Lane,
Fifty-five may save some lives but its gonna cost you cost you yours
So won't you pull it over
Then go and hug some trees
Or else Im gonna crush you like a weed...
Inconsiderate Bastard In The Left Lane
I l all my patience five exits ago
So either pull it over,
Or give me what I need
Otherwise Ill have to make you bleed
Theres the hemphound deadheads, rolling up a fat one, Playing it soo cool by cruising fifeteen, Smoke pouring out the windows as they groove on down the road
Theres Jen and Suzy, both sweet sixteen, Between the two they driven at least a week, And the Porsche daddy gave them is just like you know soo difficult to control
Theres the whitetrash scumbag, hillbilly hustler, the Gunrack local smokes three packs a day, His pickup truck blowing oil straight through the ozone hole...
Inconsiderate Bastard In The Left Lane,
Take that macho 4x4 and drive it in your yard,
Then leave that filthy guzzler stuck, and get thee to a train, ,
Cuase your little dick is driving me insane...
Inconsiderate Bastard In The Left Lane
I lost all my patience five exits ago,
So either pull it over
Or give me what I need
Otherwise Ill have to make you bleed...
Copyright 1999 naked albert(albert Vasquez)
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