Junk

Innovation all for what Face the flooding at your fucking door Destination immolation Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust Innovation all for what Face the flooding at your fucking door Destination immolation Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust Fat cat sitting back Sipping slow looks out the window Grinning at the caravan of trash molded into shape by Telescopic arms and legs, nanobots, propulsion systems Who know there was so much cash in shipping trash through time and space Junk Extra stuff We let rust Pack it up And shove it through the Door Destination immolation Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust Shuttle off another dump Simple clean easy solution Just like oil in the sea Cross dimensional dilution Some old chump's got air to breath Cluttered with our scraps and metal Just some bastard far away so f*ck it we're delivering Junk Extra stuff We let rust Pack it up And shove it through the Door Through the door Through the door Pack it up We've got some More room For your No true escape Even here Deep in outer space and Choke on our waste In the the wind We'll just keep spitting in our faces At this pace Greazy gears Mechanize our decimation Human junk machine I estimate The end is near But no true escape Even here Deep in outer space and Choke on our waste In the wind We'll just keep spitting in our faces At this pace Greazy gears they Mechanize our decimation Coming faster year to year So ship it off on through the Door Through the door Through the door Pack it up We've got some More room For your