Hey mister garbageman. Take all of this away. All these remnants and debris, this trash of yesterday. 'cause I'm done with it. Yeah I'm done with it. Hey mister garbageman. Angel in coveralls. When you know your own worth, you start to think, that's all. Moving on with it. Moving on with it. That industrial smell is sweet, it's so sweet. I breathe it, I need it, I breathe it. Drop me off at the depot. I came by way of yesterday.