They're scatter-brained and dirt-faced things
chasing bugs into the sky,
catching pennies with filthy mittens
dancing deep into the underground---
Hey!
They're the Garbage Gang, they’re
Scatter-brained and dirt-faced things
creeping through the grey-faced streets
Catching pennies with filthy mittens---
They'll buy themselves a real fine time,
they'll have themselves a bucket full
of maggots, jewels and flies.
Sliding on their stomachs,
they'll sell your kidney for a secret;
they've all sorts of trinkets and knives.
Sweat-slicked and blood-blistered,
they'll pull you into the sewer where
Children float in jars.
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