Life is a landfill, baby
All this garbage piled high
Black dove filled memories
Secret wishes to the sky

I can hear them say
Come back, darlin'
Come back, darlin'
Yeah, we all know now
That they're piled high

Life is a landfill, baby
You can feel it in your gut
Dig down fifty layers
And you find the stone uncut

You can hear them say
Come back, darlin'
Come back, darlin'
Yeah, we all know now
It's a solo flight

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Frederick M Cornog