The Trashman

Out with the old and in with the you
The dusty old soldior is smellin' like a fool
'Cause that shiny new body does twice as much doo too
A trusting respect to the shaping of the new

Dude is old, let's take him for a stroll
Just a few more blocks cause this one's far too cold
Pick up that trash you geezer, you know you ain't that old
And when you are
go to the gas
it's where your future's sold

And the young one cries, truth be told
'Cause he knows he won't recall him when the old one dies
But I'd say they do pretty damn well for their size
As the boldest regulators to the ants goes the prize

I wanna be where nobody can wear pants
Where everyone can lift ten times their own weight
Just to pop in on picnics and benchpress some cake
I say why can't we all just live like the ants

Two isolated worlds under the same mound
And they come about twenty thousand to a pound
Homes below the ground they live in segregation
Where the youngins lay foundation and the oldins are the trashmen

There's no guessin just the pressin of the dirt atop your head
You fill the mold and step in line but by that time they know you're dead
So break the chain and they'll remain with or without your single self
But please remember that's what got us here with you lost on my shelf

I wanna be where nobody can wear pants
Where everyone can lift ten times their own weight
Just to pop in on picnics and benchpress some cake
I'm sayin why can't we all just live like the ants