My second cousin works for me
We run the city dump you see
We are related distantly
To the Crumps of Tennessee
Drive a crooked highway to the outskirts of town, to
Crump's Dump, and lemme show you around
Pick up the pieces that lay on the ground
Teach you a lot if you don't put us down
We pass the evening quietly
My second cousin reads to me
Letters from a stack or three
That your lovers have thrown away
Drive a crooked highway to the outskirts of town, to
Crump's Dump, and lemme show you around
Pick up the pieces that lay on the ground
Teach you a lot if you don't put us down
It's love of the dump that makes men go sour
Love of the dump in the lateness of hour
Love of the heap the surrender of power
Love of the broken forever
Drive a crooked highway to the outskirts of town, to
Crump's Dump, and lemme show you around
Pick up the pieces that lay on the ground
Teach you a lot if you don't put us down
