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I'm not a man's man, man
I'm just what's left in the garbage can
Mixed in with all the rubbish
of some yuppie's leftover dinner
And oh boy he's quite the sinner
With that Donald Trump smile
Don't mind me, I just wannna relax awhile
And read yesterday's coffee splotched news
To see who will be igniting the fuse
Of tomorrow's worthless wars

I'm not a man's man, man
I'm a teardrop or two away from drowning
Got this nice little brown bag in my hands
A curse from Satan if there ever was one
But I'm chasin' the bottom of the bottle
Hoping that maybe the last drop will bring the fun
That the rest of the drops failed to deliver
And if I could get a tiny sliver
Of that silver platter of the 1%
I reckon I'd be more than a garbage can man, man

But I'm no man's man, man
I'm just a hot summer's day that stuck around way too long
It's just it's too awkward to say I don't belong
So people just pass me by with a half-smile
It's like I'm wearing yesterday's fabulous style
No longer hip and with all the cool kid trends
But all the cool kid trends end 
And they end up in the garbage can
With me, the garbage can man, man
But yesterday's old news is my brand new treasure

And, sure, I'm no man's man, man
I'm just the used up remains of a worthwhile life
And I dove into the depths of the bottle one too many times
And I swear sometimes I feel like it's 1958
With all these smoke clouds blossomin' overhead
And if I could just find the strength to climb out of the trash can
Maybe I wouldn't be such a smelly garbage can man, man
But my days of climbin' are already over the hill
And pretty soon I'll be a snapshot in time, a long dead still
From a movie nobody gave a damn about

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