Garbage Island

This old house is finally gonna melt
My old friend to think of how you held us

I didn't see the crows fly home today
I guess they got caught up in the gears of the city scene
'Cause everyone is part man part machine
Trying to slow it all down but what's the use I'm just a guy with cement boots

Let's pack up for Garbage Island™ babe
The real estate, the longest summer days

And faster than the sweetness says goodbye
The nests were gone with nothing left behind
And slower than the spider dries the fly
I realized that I was 4 and 20 deep stuck choking on the bird pie

We're starting up a business
We're gonna call it christmas
You better make a wishlist

I'm on the way to Garbage Island™ babe
And something's so fucked up but so, so great
We all knew one day we would be done
So come tune up your drum and brother get some