Charles Bukowski - The Trash Men lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - The Trash Men lyrics]
Grey truck radio playing
They are in a hurry
It’s quite exciting: Shirt open
Bellies hanging out
They run out the trash bins
Roll them out to the fork lift
And then the truck grinds it upward
With far too much sound
They had to fill out application forms
To get these jobs
They are paying for homes and
Drive late model cars
They get drunk on Saturday night
Now in the Los Angeles sunshine
They run back and forth with their trash bins
All that trash goes somewhere
And they shout to each other
Then they are all up in the truck
Driving west toward the sea
None of them know that I am alive
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