Table Scraps

Make shift corner beds,
Sleep is for the dead,
I turned away from youth,
Heart’s a rotting tooth,

And we’re the kids,
Who never listened in,
We don’t like your new wave,
We play and work the grave,
But we don’t want what you eat,
We don’t want what you eat.
Tables scraps.

I’ve had her before,
Your girlfriend is a whore.
She went down on me,
In the bathroom at Marty’s.

Yeah, I’m the one,
Who will stay till the rising sun,
Find the darkness in your eyes,
Show the world all of your lies,
But I don’t want what you eat,
I don’t want what you eat,
Table scraps.

Cities burn and build,
Nightly while the children are killed.
Bruised and broken homes,
Sometimes it’s better being on your own.

Yeah, we’re the ones,
Who like to play with guns,
And we like to tag the walls,
We stand when expected to crawl,
And we don’t want what you eat,
Don’t want what you eat.
Table scraps.