Junk Lyrics

Innovation all for what

Face the flooding at your fucking door

Destination immolation

Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust

Innovation all for what

Face the flooding at your fucking door

Destination immolation

Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust

Fat cat sitting back Sipping slow looks out the window

Grinning at the caravan of trash molded into shape by

Telescopic arms and legs, nanobots, propulsion systems

Who know there was so much cash in shipping trash through time and space

Junk

Extra stuff

We let rust

Pack it up

And shove it through the

Door

Destination immolation

Miles and miles of scraps of bloody rust

Shuttle off another dump

Simple clean easy solution

Just like oil in the sea

Cross dimensional dilution

Some old chump's got air to breath

Cluttered with our scraps and metal

Just some bastard far away so fuck it we're delivering

Junk

Extra stuff

We let rust

Pack it up

And shove it through the

Door

Through the door

Through the door

Pack it up

We've got some

More room

For your

No true escape

Even here

Deep in outer space and

Choke on our waste

In the the wind

We'll just keep spitting in our faces

At this pace

Greazy gears

Mechanize our decimation

Human junk machine

I estimate

The end is near

But no true escape

Even here

Deep in outer space and

Choke on our waste

In the wind

We'll just keep spitting in our faces

At this pace

Greazy gears they

Mechanize our decimation

Coming faster year to year

So ship it off on through the

Door

Through the door

Through the door

Pack it up

We've got some

More room

For your