all right
got something to say, got something to say
c'mon

find the bin
find the bin
let's talk about it

I was checking the filth next door when the neighbors invited me
I said "Hey whoa, totally purified!"
so I go back to my home
you were standing with a bag of corn chips you scoffed like a boar
messed your dry-cleaned leggings, and spilled on the floor
so I went in
then I sat down into something, encrusted
thought it smelt quite fruity, but looked disgusting
it had eyes and fins

floor filled with half-eaten ice cream cones
Fifi was munching on old chicken bones

you know living with you dudes seemed kinda cool
but this ain't a nice life between cheese and goo
not even safe to think about it on the loo
banana peels made me smack my face and break my tooth

chorus:
I said why is fruit rotting down late at night?
why do I see two bagels lyring there with just one bite?
now the sink is black, when we moved in the sink was white
can't you find the bin?
car's covered in a viscous foam
three tubes of toothpaste half the contents gone
gum lies on top the chairs we sit on
can't you find the bin?

good heavens, the smell got weird, and I had to go plow
to the kitchen, almost passing out
it would only get more
I was standing with the bin in my hand to clean the floor
candy had dried, vacuuming was very hard
while my chums were sleeping
I got the mop, chop-chop, started cleaning
saw it was early morning, looked around, started heaving

every layer seemed packed and it would unfold
brand-new treasures, chockful of mold

apparently I need to set up some new rules
now the remote control adheres to my shoe
we were just living as young people without brooms
but don't wanna suffocate in what was once our food

I said why can't I read the clock anymore?
why is there foam on twelve and bubblegum on four?
why do you put your teabags in my new commode?
can't you find the bin?
festering cabbage, whose property?
said you detest to be called lazy
but you left all your cans upon the TV
can't you find the bin?

can't you find the bin?
all you have to do
is be making your legs move, lazy
(the waste bin)
the bing won't come to you
are your buttocks stuck with glue, lazy?

chorus

can't you find the bin? (voice echoes into fade)