The Garbage Men - Hamilton Leithauser

All the reeling

City voices

Burn you out but

Tonight I wish that we could join 'em

Snap the wishbone

Smash the lightbulbs

And when you kiss me

I’ll be the man I always was

You say «I'll find a job»

That’s right laughing like you do

Chewing your fingers to the bone

And spitting your nails into the pool

Till the garbage men go by

Till the garbage men go by

All the playboys dance

On the black top

Like a swarm flies

Up and down

And in and out

The wind is in

The magazines

Up and down

Round and round

The rainbow’s in

The gasoline

Till the garbage men go by

Till the garbage men go by

All the emerald shards

On the blacktop

Like the stars in the sunshine