[Verse 1]
When the house lights all go dark
Shuffle on down to the park
Stare at stars in the winter sky
Days of refuge in short supply
All you parasites, climb aboard
All you vagabonds, praise the Lord
[Verse 2]
When the compost pile grows high
Climb to the top if I try
Long-haul truckers still wide awake
Guard their pathways for Jesus' sake
All you garbage trucks, to the curb
True sons of the living Word
[Bridge]
Try not to get stuck in the intake vent
Grow fat and grow old and go blind and be content
[Verse 3]
All you pack dogs, have your say
Let me just find my own way
Moon in the trees, my guide
Walk with my jaw hinged wide
Once more unto the breach
Safe in the spots that the light can't reach
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