Kitchen refuse! A load of scraps and wasted food Fermented liquids That taste of sour milk and stew A brew of spoiled ales With odors seeping through Embellished with a moldy Garnish of some type of fruit Scum Scum, Fills My lungs I inhale the slop Scum, Fills my lungs I will never stop This methane haven Forever bound in trash Revolting taste you think Humans love wasting scraps Sinking in sewage Choking on Fluids We live to Suffer We Bathe in Sulfur Ingest this liquid My frowns turns upside down Steady consuming from sunrise to sundown Call it a skill, Call it what you will But in the meantime I'll be drowning in Swill Ingest with quickness I'm covered foot to crown Gelatin thickness coats my throat as it slides down Call it a skill, Call it what you will But in the meantime I'll be drowning in Swill Savor the Flavor There won't be much later I've crawled through the gutters And sifted through dumpsters If there's a heaven I am nowhere near it, but this is much better I'm drunker than ever Scum, Fills My lungs I inhale at will Scum, Fills my lungs I am Drowning in Swill Scum, Fills My lungs I inhale the slop Scum, Fills my lungs I will never stop