Trashcan Man

It was a matter of fact
Something Trashy didn't have 
All he had was a matter of time 
That was running out
Always something of flame
We knew Trashy was to blame 
I guess we never really understood
What he was about 

But his name
Became a game
I remember how we would shout

"Trashman
Come to get rid of the mess of the human race?
Soon you're gonna burn away the town
Are you gonna burn the whole damn world down?"
Young Trashy, Trashy was our clown

"Hey, Trashman
Don't you think it's best you burned off your face?
'Cause we're sick and tired of looking at you cry"
And to this day, I wonder why we felt so big 
When we saw our words leaking out of Trashy's eyes 

It was a matter of love
Something Trashy didn't know
Have I told you all the words we would call him? 
He was a matter of flame
Always hating at the rain 
I guess I still don't understand
Why we never let him in

But his name
Became a game 
I remember how we would shout 

"Hey, Trashman 
Come to get rid of the mess of the human race?
Soon you're gonna burn away your heart"
Young Trashy, how we tore him all apart 
Trashy, he became a star 

And we'd yell "Trashman
Don't you think it's best you burned out your brain? 
'Cause we're sick and tired of lookin' at you die" 
And to this day, I wonder why we weren't scared 
When we saw what was sleeping behind his eyes

We'd yell, "Hey, Trashman
Come to get rid of the mess of the human race? 
Soon you're gonna burn away the town"
Young Trashy, he burned the whole damn world down 
After that, Trashy just wasn't around 

I never believed in god
But if you're really there 
I ask you, please forgive me 
For what we did to the Trashcan Man...

(A/N: Wow, for some reason I haven't been that active on here lately... to make up for it here's a song I hope you all will enjoy! I was feeling a bit under the weather today, so my voice is a little off, but I hope the thing still sounds okay. -And yes, the song is inspired by the Steven King character.) 
 

Rubber Soul

VT

YWP Alumni

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