THE COLOURS IN CITIES GET TENSER WHEN THE DARK CREEPS IN NIGHT HOLDS OUT LONG FINGERS DARK POLISHED, DEEP FINGERPRINTS
IF I COULD SAY NO, SAY NO TO THE GARBAGE MAN IF I COULD SAY NO, SAY NO IT'S TRASH IN A CAN, TRASH IN A CAN
THERE'S VISION IN SMALL THINGS I KNOW IT BUT MY LOOK IS TOO WIDE I LOOK AT MY FINGERS WHITE KNUCKLES THAT DON'T SEEM TO BE MINE
IF I COULD SAY NO, SAY NO TO THE GARBAGE MAN IF I COULD SAY NO, SAY NO IT'S TRASH IN A CAN, TRASH IN A CAN IF I COULD LET IT GO, LET IT GO NEED NO GARBAGE MAN IF I COULD SAY NO, SAY NO IT'S TRASH IN A CAN TRASH IN A CAN I'LL TRY 'TILL I CAN TRY 'TILL I CAN