Bed-wetting punk rock trio from Seattle.
We're a trio from Seattle. We play punk rock: loud, hard, and fast. If you've heard The Clash, Screeching Weasel, or Social D, you know what we sound like.
Lyrics
Live on a dump;
Trash dive for crumbs.
What was your junk,
We eat for lunch:
Cranberries, and chick peas,
Anchovies, raw turkey,
Pork and beans, old sardines,
Collard greens, tangerines.
Piles of styrofoam
Make our garbage home.
No place to go --
Your trash is all we own:
Slice of ham, bits of lamb,
Boiled clam, toast and jam,
Old pork roast, cantaloupe,
Bar of soap -- lost all hope.
Can't just run away --
No where to go, no living wage.
We fight the dogs, mongrels, the strays,
Looking for a garbage buffet.
Is there some hope in this sewage lake --
A life raft to a better place?
Or will we, like the dogs we spar,
Live and die in this junkyard?
My special find:
A watermelon rind.
In this trash pile,
What's yours is mine:
Cookie dough, avocado,
Tomato, potatoes,
Dry ketchup, cough syrup,
Brown lettuce -- please help us.
Your spinach and cabbage,
Your old rags and garbage,
Our village of sewage --
How can you let us live like this?
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