Garbage Day - Rare Americans

Do unto others, his mama taught

Til she got shot in a parking lot

By a mad mad man, with a bad bad plan

Coming off duty, Afghanistan

Easily bought, own weapon of war

Like a pack of darts, local corner store

My daughter and son both asking for guns

«Protection daddy!

The other grade 1's»

He sleeps easy, despite the blood on his hands

He’s a yellow bellied coward with his head in the sand

His money is made, little too little I’m afraid

This man here only gives to be paid

Bang Bang!

Bang Bang!

Smile like you just got paid

Laugh like you just got laid

Wouldn’t have it any other way

I’m a dog on garbage day

Garbage day

Garbage day

The coward with the crowned head

Balderdash’s all damn day, like the truth is dead

He don’t lie in his mind, he don’t serve the tribe

He ain’t the fella you wanna go to if you in a bind

He’s a tanned talking mop, motor mouth won’t stop

Gifted, he was driven, he was born to cut ribbons

He’s the at bat, plutocrat, the peoples aristocrat

We bought a cat in a sack and now we can’t take it back

Bang Bang!

Bang Bang!

Smile like you just got paid

Laugh like you just got laid

Wouldn’t have it any other way

I’m a dog on garbage day

Garbage day

Garbage day

A-woo-oo, a-woo-oo, a-woo-oo, oo-oo

A-woo-oo, a-woo-oo, a-woo-oo, oo-oo

Garbage day

Garbage day