I’m a dumpsterboy
with
pebbles in my pocket
Walking against the grain
Dirt, dust and rockets
I’m driving myself insane
My soul is a garbage can
My eyes,
hanging from their sockets
Trashed from joy
I dive in pain
Such is life of a dumpsterboy
Tins,
cans, and boxes
I decorate my home
Raccoons, rats and foxes
No one else visits my dome
No one here to share my pain
My
pebbles I shall sell
Empty is my pocket
I shall be your toy
God will be my master-key,
fill my dumpster and lock it.
Such is life for dumpsterboy
Such is life for you
and I
Wasting away in the gutter
So has it been, so shall it be -
Falling short of glory and joy
A hyena is my only
fan
I am bored, and he is alone
Such is life for trailer trash
Ain’t got no f-ing money
Gotta sell my soul for cash
