[Verse 1]
When the house lights all go dark
Shuffle on down to the park
Spent stars in the winter sky
Days of refuge in short supply

All you parasites, climb aboard!
All you vagabonds, praise the Lord!

[Verse 2]
When the compost pile grows high
Climb to the top if I try
Long-haul truckers still wide awake
Guard their pathways for Jesus' sake

All you garbage trucks, to the curb!
True sons of the Living Word!

[Bridge]
Try not to get stuck in the intake vent
Grow fat and grow old and go blind and be content

[Verse 3]
All you pack dogs, have your say
Let me just find my own way
Moon in the trees my guide
Walk with my jaw hinged wide
Once more unto the breach!
Safe in the spots that the light can't reach