Just a little piece of garbage
Just a little bit less space
Heartland becoming more crowded
As the last of the human race
Crawls through a field of tires
Oil pan and beer can wings
Styrofoam and plastic fires
Fill the lungs as the chorus sings
Do you want to know (I don't wanna)
Measure high and low (Did you tell me)
As the ice brakes (What is there?)
12 for water and 50 for air
A global death (I don't wanna)
Pain in every breath ( Who would ever)
Try and claim my stake (There's no more)
Throwing junk out of the driver's side door
But it's not just us
Who could ever trust, these goons
The lakes and the trees brought to knees
Killed by short sided buffoons
Just a little bit less passion
The water's cloudy as beer
Everywhere, you start to question
Was there a time when it wasn't all here
There is stuff as high as the ceiling
Stacked up as tall as the moon
Bowed legs confused as kneeling
Junk fills the desolate ruins
Of the laissez-faire (I don't wanna)
Kiss the plastic stairs (Look above)
In a concrete mess (Sky is black)
Don't say it's too late to go back
All the bags of junk? (I don't wanna)
As the beaches sunk? (Who would ever)
Would you work for less? (Grab the gun)
So much that could have been done
We know
We knew
Selling straws with your name on them
Oh, how big of you
Deny
All you dare
You'll be dead by end of this decade
Why would you care
So much junk to find
In and out of the mind
It amazes me
An endless sea of waste
To upgrade your place
In this company (I was working at for some reason)
All these simple lies
We didn't realize
Weren't true
Till they spread beyond our view
Our worlds
Here and up top
Filling up
With puff and meaningless slop
47 points of view
Pictures, pundits, junk as news
A new quote by the afternoon
And a Coffee machine makes more junk than you do
Change / Alternate / Adjust / Revise
Replace / Persuade / Publish / Reprise
Refine / Waste time / Create / Destroy
Abuse / Reuse / Fire / Employ
In a world people are scared to defend, it affirms to me it'll all end in
Junk
Civil Feral - Junk Lyrics
Civil Feral - Junk Lyrics
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Just a little piece of garbage
Just a little bit less space
Heartland becoming more crowded
As the last of the human race
Crawls through a field of tires
Oil pan and beer can wings
Styrofoam and plastic fires
Fill the lungs as the chorus sings
Do you want to know (I don't wanna)
Measure high and low (Did you tell me)
As the ice brakes (What is there?)
12 for water and 50 for air
A global death (I don't wanna)
Pain in every breath ( Who would ever)
Try and claim my stake (There's no more)
Throwing junk out of the driver's side door
But it's not just us
Who could ever trust, these goons
The lakes and the trees brought to knees
Killed by short sided buffoons
Just a little bit less passion
The water's cloudy as beer
Everywhere, you start to question
Was there a time when it wasn't all here
There is stuff as high as the ceiling
Stacked up as tall as the moon
Bowed legs confused as kneeling
Junk fills the desolate ruins
Of the laissez-faire (I don't wanna)
Kiss the plastic stairs (Look above)
In a concrete mess (Sky is black)
Don't say it's too late to go back
All the bags of junk? (I don't wanna)
As the beaches sunk? (Who would ever)
Would you work for less? (Grab the gun)
So much that could have been done
We know
We knew
Selling straws with your name on them
Oh, how big of you
Deny
All you dare
You'll be dead by end of this decade
Why would you care
So much junk to find
In and out of the mind
It amazes me
An endless sea of waste
To upgrade your place
In this company (I was working at for some reason)
All these simple lies
We didn't realize
Weren't true
Till they spread beyond our view
Our worlds
Here and up top
Filling up
With puff and meaningless slop
47 points of view
Pictures, pundits, junk as news
A new quote by the afternoon
And a Coffee machine makes more junk than you do
Change / Alternate / Adjust / Revise
Replace / Persuade / Publish / Reprise
Refine / Waste time / Create / Destroy
Abuse / Reuse / Fire / Employ
In a world people are scared to defend, it affirms to me it'll all end in
Junk
Just a little bit less space
Heartland becoming more crowded
As the last of the human race
Crawls through a field of tires
Oil pan and beer can wings
Styrofoam and plastic fires
Fill the lungs as the chorus sings
Do you want to know (I don't wanna)
Measure high and low (Did you tell me)
As the ice brakes (What is there?)
12 for water and 50 for air
A global death (I don't wanna)
Pain in every breath ( Who would ever)
Try and claim my stake (There's no more)
Throwing junk out of the driver's side door
But it's not just us
Who could ever trust, these goons
The lakes and the trees brought to knees
Killed by short sided buffoons
Just a little bit less passion
The water's cloudy as beer
Everywhere, you start to question
Was there a time when it wasn't all here
There is stuff as high as the ceiling
Stacked up as tall as the moon
Bowed legs confused as kneeling
Junk fills the desolate ruins
Of the laissez-faire (I don't wanna)
Kiss the plastic stairs (Look above)
In a concrete mess (Sky is black)
Don't say it's too late to go back
All the bags of junk? (I don't wanna)
As the beaches sunk? (Who would ever)
Would you work for less? (Grab the gun)
So much that could have been done
We know
We knew
Selling straws with your name on them
Oh, how big of you
Deny
All you dare
You'll be dead by end of this decade
Why would you care
So much junk to find
In and out of the mind
It amazes me
An endless sea of waste
To upgrade your place
In this company (I was working at for some reason)
All these simple lies
We didn't realize
Weren't true
Till they spread beyond our view
Our worlds
Here and up top
Filling up
With puff and meaningless slop
47 points of view
Pictures, pundits, junk as news
A new quote by the afternoon
And a Coffee machine makes more junk than you do
Change / Alternate / Adjust / Revise
Replace / Persuade / Publish / Reprise
Refine / Waste time / Create / Destroy
Abuse / Reuse / Fire / Employ
In a world people are scared to defend, it affirms to me it'll all end in
Junk
Writer: P.K. Bel, Pierson Kubel
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid