Dumpster To The Grave

From the dumpster to the grave

We'll never be a system slave

We'll take our food from garbage cans

While they're starving in a foreign land

Do the dishes in the sink

Scoop the grease-trap, take a drink

Clean plate club keeps us alive

Every time we dumpster dive

And from the dumpster to the grave

We'll eat your trash and misbehave

We all wallow in loneliness

Then wonder why we're so depressed

Digging through your toxic waste

We find the crumbs to suit our taste

Our guts are an abysmal cave

From the dumpster to the fucking grave

From the cradle to the end

The pigeons are our closest friends

We'll forage always after dark

Then chill with squirrels down in the park

From the dumpster to the stench

Fine dining on a city bench

With gourmet finds it must be true

That america is paved with food

And in the gutter where we lay

No health care, not a dollars pay

We'll take our food from garbage cans

While they're starving in a foreign land

Starving in a foreign land (3x)

So from the dumpster to the grave

We'll never shower, sometimes shave

We never fucking wash our clothes

All stinking drunk at punk rock shows

Digging through your toxic waste

We find the crumbs to suit our taste

Our guts are an abysmal cave

From the dumpster to the fucking grave

And from the dumpster to the grave

We'll eat your trash and misbehave

We all wallow in loneliness

Then wonder why we're so depressed

Digging through your toxic waste

We find the crumbs to suit our taste

Our guts are an abysmal cave

From the dumpster to the fucking grave

To the fucking grave

To the fucking grave

To the fucking, to the fucking, to the fucking grave, fuck you!