Sitting down in the heat
The fan is on in my kitchen
The things crawl in through the doors
They’re open wide so come inside
Open up the fridge again
Still filled up with the same old things
Lettuce, pickles, leg of ham
I just want choccy don’t you understand
We are the kids
So where’s our mum and dad?
They sell, sell, sell all day long
And don’t have time for much else
No time off but they’ve got bread
To give a bakery inferiority complex
The bins go out Tuesday night
It’s garbage trucks in the morning light
When everyone’s snakes in the tall, tall grass
We’re down here dressed just like bare shins
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