Recycled Lives Songtext

Because he ain't got any friends

Except for Mr. Sanchez

He's a golden retriever and

To fat to walk



There's a place where

All the recycled lives go

It's called... BB&T

Chorus, Chorus, Chorus, Chorus, Chorus


V3: Susie feeds her fishes

Pays her taxes on time

Plats all her eggplants

In a pretty little line



V4: Goes to her sucky job

Calls people at their homes

Selling ink and toner

On her Panasonic phone



There's a place where

All the recycled lives go

It's called... Ameridial

(spoken fast) People trash their lives

Not doing nothing

But making money

So they can die rich

but they don't realize

You don't need to be rich

if you're already dead