084 - Hunted

The bin men are out to get me today

They woke me up early in a very noisy way

I wouldn't mind so much but I'm on holiday

It's set my mind somewhat in disarray

The bin men are out to get me today

I got stuck behind them - just off the motorway

All I want is to get back underway

I should have done this trip yesterday

The bin men are out to get me today

They've brought along their young, their protege

I didn't expect this in my naivete

They hunt me down with their feet full of clay

The bin men are out to get me today

There must be a secret - some kind of formulae

My nerves are shot - beyond beginning to fray

If I were religious, I'd sit down and pray

The bin men are out to get me today

Endless loads of trash - all shades of grey

It’s everywhere I see, it’s all I survey

Broken glass, tins and paper - such endless decay

The bin men are out to get me today

They're following me now - they won't go away

This is my life now, but that's OK

I guess I missed the communique

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