Some people keep their garbage
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked
Some people keep their garbage
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked
What's gonna get me through the gates?
I see a lot of good people
Looking like their doing good things
Fear to meet a fortune teller
Think I know what she might say to me
I think I know what she might say to me
Who really knows
But she might
And that's the kinda shit that keeps me up at night
Let's go
Some people keep their garbage
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked
Some people keep their garbage
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked
What's gonna get me through the gates?
A lot of life stuff is pushing me round right now
No trust in medicine like I did then now
Just like I'm not eating chickens and pigs or cows
A lot of people seem fine
I'm not on that cloud
So I keep my garbage in a styrofoam box
Because who's got the time
For these types of thoughts