Garbage Day

Sleeping with the town's abandoned babies
And a headless dog- must of had rabies.

There's stuff in here to keep you warm.
And right over here I found some kiddy porn.

And the bullets just bounce off this tank.
It's safe in here, I got Dimpster to thank.

Cause a Dumpster can be a fine place to stay.
You just have to steer clear on...

Garbage Day.
Garbage Day.

At night I put it on the front lawn.
Wake up tomorrow, it's all gone.

Garbage Day.
Garbage Day.

I wash my hands of this shit.
Let someone else deal with it.

They're oblivious I have a hunch.
What they call filth, I call lunch.

And I know all your secrets- I know who is on the rag,
I know who wants a boy friend, I know who is a fag.

And a nightly lullaby of a woman getting beat
It echoes in my walls, helps me get to sleep.

A dumpster is a splendid place to stay
You just have to steer clear on...

Garbage Day.
Garbage Day.

It's just wonderful, life is so clean
My junk is compacted by a machine

Garbage Day.
Garbage Day.

Just like that, I dispose of my sin
Next thing you know, I can begin again.


Every Day is Garbage Day
All songs written by Troy Lukkarila
Copyright 1998
All songs except Beaten recorded and mixed at
12th House Records
Produced by Craig Spirko, Roy Peak and Troy Lukkarila
Engineered by Craig Spirko and Roy Peak