Bin Boy

Well, I gotta be out by Sunday night

Yeah, I gotta be out before the Monday sun

I'm gonna be filled up with your filth

When you wheel me out there into the street

I'll wait and I'll wait till the sun comes out and the truck comes 'round

And it picks me up and tips me upside-down

In the afternoon, you wheel me in

Fill me up a little bit with your leftover din'

You never think to hose me out

When your friends go by me, all they do is shout

I may be nothing but a tub for all of your refuse, but

Maybe I'm a reflection of you, bin boy

You, bin boy

You, bin boy

You, bin boy

(You, bin boy)

(You, bin boy)

(You, bin boy)

(You, bin boy)

Yеah, I gotta be out by Sunday night (You, bin boy)

Melting away benеath the morning light (You, bin boy)

Yeah, I gotta be out by Sunday night (You, bin boy)

Melting away beneath the morning light (You, bin boy)

Yeah, I gotta be out by Sunday night (You, bin boy)

Melting away beneath the morning light (You, bin boy)

Yeah, I gotta be out by Sunday night (You, bin boy)

Melting away beneath the morning light (You, bin boy)

Yeah, I gotta be out by Sunday night (You, bin boy)

Melting away beneath the morning light (You, bin boy)