Recycling

Don’t care whether this ship sails or sinks into the meat

Don’t know if a lesson matters less than what’s to eat

While you got it you figure why not launch off of the very highest rope

Not trying to be shore side scoping breaks to score a ride

More like causing fractures from the deep to make the tide

Who needs slicker tools to build a portrait out of place

Not trying to be sneaky when it’s wanting face to face

When you’re rotten you figure why not stick up for the very finest dope

Don’t care if a lesion’s clotting up or ceases to bleed

Don’t know if a lesson is a pleasure or a need

While you’re huffing you figure why not soak up all the craze instead of cope