Nimrod - Bins by the Curb (feat. Job Horak) Lyrics

A routine, just like a record
Job Horak's world spins in a flurry, yeah
Ice cream drips, cereal's pouring
His appetite never says sorry, no
Dark sweets stash, he can't slow down
Heart so rushed, it's always chow time
Empty packs, they crown the floor mound
Takes 'em out, the can's too much, ah
Stacks on stacks, they rise like city skylines
Garbage day's his weekly climb, yeah

Recycle bins, they scream "no space"!
His sugar rush leaves quite the trace, oh
Milk cartons wave their white flag surrender
As Job ponders life, spoon in hand, a slow chewer
Fruit loops and tunes, breakfast rock soul finder
He's got that spoon-mic stand, a kitchen frontman crooner

Crunching down the melodies, in sync with morning loons
Drops the bowl in the sink with a clatter, feels like high noon
Round two, the box calls out, he's reaching in
A refill, a new beginning, it's a win
Drowning flakes in a milk tidal wave
Another meal that his taste buds crave
Golden grains, they float then sink
Job's life potion, his favorite drink
Spoon in motion,
Freezer opens wide.
Mountains of vanilla,
Eyes open with pride.
Sugar landscape, with toppings of choice
Sprinkles rain down, it's time to rejoice
Chocolate rivers, in a caramel loop
He's done, the last spoon's journey ending (farewell bite)
Throws it all in the can; it's heart-rending
Bins by the curb 'neath the twilight's soft glow
A day's sweet consumption, now part of the evening's flow

Streetlights flicker, as Job heads for his slumber
Sugar dreams fade, as the night takes its number