i walk among the trash
slushie straws in my grasp
all i feel is my wrath

over all the waste in my path
i'm not happy, so i'll just confess:
im tired of your fucking mess

so i write bad songs hoping that i'll feel good
(that'll feel good)

Why's Litharge so unclean
I'm enraged by this filthy scene
noxious fumes choking me

while you bask in luxury
everything's so wrong,
if you know this beat sing along
(sing along)
(s-s-sing along)
(that'll feel good)


in your city, seeing red
while I drown in the Dregs
More trash from overhead
almost hits me in my head

You're gonna need some help
can't do this by yourself.

i walk among the trash
slushie straws in my grasp
can't seem to catch my breath

over all the waste in my path
i'm not happy, so i'll just confess:
im tired of your fucking mess

so i write bad songs hoping that it'll do good
(that'll feel good)