Garbage Boy

(Ugh!)

Garbage boy, like a twisted, broken toy
Melting in the sun
Tossed away, why'd I even think you'd let me stay?
Guess I'm no fun
Furniture, but I'll sit in your corner, sure
Cobwebs crawling
Here for you, leather skin tearing through and through
Wrinkles sprawling

Yard sale, no space for me, you put my price too low
Oh well. You can sell me, but I'll never let you go

Kicked cans, dumpster fire
Yes ma'am, I feel inspired
When I'm feeling like a Garbage Boy
When I'm feeling like a Garbage Boy
Hot trash, but not hot enough to please
Cracked glass, I'm trying to feel at ease
With the fact that I'm a Garbage Boy
I'm your stupid little Garbage Boy

Heavy load, punt my metal down the road
Got the mettle to withstand
The smell sits, of all the skellies in your closet
I'm your biggest fan
Sick junk, the wrong kind of punk
Or maybe not enough of that
Now my lid's blown, but maybe that's well known
Swimming with the rats

Yard sale, no space for me, you put my price too low
Oh well. You can sell me, but I'll never let you go

Kicked cans, dumpster fire
Yes ma'am, I feel inspired
When I'm feeling like a Garbage Boy
When I'm feeling like a Garbage Boy
Hot trash, but not hot enough to please
Cracked glass, I'm trying to feel at ease
With the fact that I'm a Garbage Boy
I'm your ugly little Garbage Boy

Can you feel it?
Can you dig it?
Do you love it?
Can you take it
Out onto the curb?
Out onto the
Curb my appetite
Can you fill it?
Yeah, can you fix it?
And take me out
Like a bin, like I've been, like a bin, like I've been 

For so long
And leave me, and leave me with my

Kicked cans, and my dumpster fires
Yes ma'am, I feel inspired
When I'm feeling like a Garbage Boy
When I'm feeling like a Garbage Boy, and
Hot trash, but not hot enough to please
Cracked glass, I'm trying to feel at ease
With the fact that I'm a Garbage Boy
I'm your gorgeous little Garbage Boy

I'm your stupid little Garbage Boy
I'm your ugly little Garbage Boy
I'm your gorgeous little Garbage Boy
I'm your genius little Garbage Boy