You can run but you'll never get away from the smell of the garbage
And there's crap on your shoes and the thought of it is making you happy
And the seeds all explode and the aphids have eaten your garden
And they're all so confused and the thought of it really takes little

Chorus:
Fly like the wind, right on
And remember slave, that nobody asked you
Fly like the wind, right on
And remain on your knees before your raping master

I'm right now, and I'm also exploring the worlds of the future
And the mall of my choice, I am shopping and making a purchase

Chorus

You can run but you'll never get away from the smell of the garbage
And there's crap on your shoes and the smell of it is making you happy

Chorus x3

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Writer(s): CURTIS MATTHEW KIRKWOOD