Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarred Young
Songwriter
Samuel Thomlinson
Songwriter
isaac chamberlain
Songwriter
Mark Webber
Songwriter
Andries Van Niekerk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jarred Young
Producer
Alex L'estrange
Mixing Engineer
Ben Feggans
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
It's 5am Tuesday. Early Rise
Diesel engine pulls my eyes to slits
The sound of broken bottles wail through dawn like restless children
Hydraulic shrill. Plastic tubs thump out of time
The spoils of a wasted week gone forever
And you're on my mind
No frills, you drink in a cloud
Idle and kicking around
You're deep in love with the sound
Of the nonsense stories falling out your mouth
You're garbage
You're garbage
You come here arms bent, hands together, boots off
I already gave it to you: the benefit of the doubt
You soiled my sanctuary
Jason, Jody, Russell, Jarred. Disband
Fourty, you look like you're dead
'Coz it's been so long since you've remembered r-r-r-regret
I'm not thinking, I'm not sleeping right
You keep sneaking around my head at night
You crash cars, crash beds, crash your partners head
Clean up, clean up
You're Garbage
(Yeah)
You're Garbage
Nothing but Garbage
(Yeah)
I could count all the people I've known
On one hand who could stoop so slow
To take advantage of kindness shown
And blatantly lie like it's harmless
Smoking darts out the car the I loaned you
With the shrapnel gone and dash says no fuel
You're filth, muck, a degenerate fuck
I bet your lover even wants to leave you like a pizza crust
Damn, you're stale
Decayed and frail
Let's go to the side of the road
I'll dispose of you like a garbo. Ye
You're too fucked up
On chemicals
To know you're wrong
You call my bluff
You're too fucked up
On chemicals
To know you're wrong
(You call my bluff.)
Coz you're garbage
(You're too fucked up on chemicals)
You're nothing but garbage
(You know you're wrong
You call my bluff.)
Writer(s): Andries Cronje Van Niekerk, Isaac Chamberlain, Jarred Young, Mark Webber, Samuel Thomlinson
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