The Recycle Bin

[Verse 1]
Not everything goes into the recycle bin
You stupid pricks
You can't recycle styrofoam
Or a potted plant
Or artichoke waste
You cocksucker!
Fucker! Motherfucker!
Stop tainting the waste stream
With pieces of wood
And old underwear
What- what are you gonna recycle those into?
Huh? Assholes!

[Chorus]
Not everything goes into the recycle bin
A shattered dream? A divorce? Those are just waste
A broken heart is useless to society
Some things simply must be thrown away

[Verse 2]
What do you think we can make with chicken bones anyway?
Recycle 'em into, uh, Pepsi bottles?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Listen, you fuckheads
A- A- All you have to do
Is, uh, read the top of the bin
Follow the instructions
You're not, uh, five-year-old children
It- It's doctors and lawyers doing this
It's extremely irresponsible
It's pathetic

[Chorus]
Not everything goes into the recycle bin
A career from someone who couldn't meet the grade
That darkness that invades our thoughts
The album that no one bought
A humble offering from a man re-entering the dating game
Not everything goes into the recycle bin
Some things simply must be thrown away

[Outro Chorus]
Not everything goes into the recycle bin
Not my career and not those chicken bones!
Not everything goes into the recycle bin
A sugar-free birthday cake? A stillborn kitten?
Not everything goes into the recycle bin
A wedding ring? What are you gonna make out of that? A car?
Not everything goes into the recycle bin
You pricks! You fucking pricks!
Not everything goes into the recycle bin
God damn it to hell