The Bed Bugs - Junk Lyrics

And you were useless
Never lettin' me tread in the garden and
You, fruitless
It doesn't matter, it's all compost by now and
You, toothless
Your mother a whore and your father obtuse within

The quotient, the cause
Focused all along
The fine line, so long
You better save your job
The movement abroad
The truth is ever raw
The mindset lives on
That's some f*cking ordinary junk

Ya cried, all night
Hopin' that your God would come and save your light
His shrine
Selfish, abandoned, give it just a little more time
And I
Don't give a shit if your family doesn't like me

Now, your bra, it's off
This is what I call love
Makeup, it runs
That don't seem so tough
Fight, we run
Theft lay in a truck
Thieves, now shunned
That's some f*ckin' interesting stuff

And I come alive
And I come alive
And I come alive again

And I come alive
I come alive
I come alive again