Dumpster

So what's the plan, man?

What's the dream?

We get a bed, two baths

A kitchen, a TV

And then we spawn a couple kids

Tie up all the cash

And everybody's stuck there

When the marriage turns to trash

I want a dumpster

Clean it up, put up some lights

I won't get stuck there

I'll only really need it at night

If you trap me in a house

I'll be your Sylvia Plath

But an apartment might be alright

I don't know how this deal's gonna go

Sometimes it moves so fast, sometimes so slow

But what I know about you

Is that if we're gonna do this

We've gotta be able to move

Goddamn, I want a truck bed

Clean it out, put in some blankets

We'll have fun, we'll run

If the bank tries to take it

If you keep me in one place

I'll be your Sylvia Plath

But just a little while would be okay

As long as we can still run away