Scum Bag (A song I wrote)

HIIII,

This is my somg "scum bag" I wrote a few days ago at a music gig thing :3 its about my dad like TW: Swearing, idk vent talk ig, nothing too triggering I think. It will prob be one of my first songs i'll record if I ever do :3 enjoy!

Scumbag

You never cared,

About me before,

Til you realised,

That your life is really pretty poor,

Without me in it,

And you’re risking losing me.

You’re betting on,

Loosing dogs,

While I’m counting,

Already dead sheep,

Who you gonna call?

Who you gonna call?

Who you gonna call when it all goes to hell?

Who you gonna call when it all rings out like a bell,

Who you gonna call,

Scum?

Who you gonna call,

Scum?

Who you gonna,

Scum bag,

Huh?

Who you ganna call,

Yours?

If you were the trophy,

At the end of my life,

I would never take a risk,

And never go outside,

I’ll eat all my leafy greens,

With rainbows on my plate,

I’ll get real fucking boring and fit,

Act like a god damn blank slate,

I’d dye my hair blonde,

Wear lashes to the sky,

I’d shave everyday,

And grow my hair so long,

And never tell a lie.

I’d walk and jog,

Everyday,

Through parks short and long,

I’d go out,

To the club,

And sing this fucking song,

Scum of the earth,

Scum of the earth,

Scum of the heavens,

And scum of the worms,

Scum of the sky,

You so adore,

Scum of the sun,

You know your quite a bore,

I’m getting bored,

Just thinking about you,

Your stupid gaze,

And stupid mood,

Your stupid daze,

And stupid stare,

Your stupid face,

And stupid hair.

Your stupid science,

Stupid maths,

Stupid this,

And stupid that,

I don’t care you did better than I,

Like when you were 7,

Or maybe 9,

I really don’t care,

If you got all S’s,

Your making no sense,

No thoughts and no senses,

So who you gonna call?

Scum,

Who you gonna call?

Bag,

Who you gonna call when it all goes to hell?

Who you gonna call when it’s clear like a bell?

Who you gonna call,

Scum?

Who you gonna call,

Scum?

Who you gonna,

Scum bag,

Huh?

Who you ganna call,

Yours?

Your like,

The bottom of a monster can,

I’ll drink you,

But not a big fan,

Most people,

Blankly refuse,

I guess they know,

What it feels like to feel used,

Scum bag,

Bottom of the barrel,

Scum bag,

Bottom of the lake,

Only skeletons and dead fish remain,

You raised me to be just like you,

So why you still,

Call me confused?

You say “ACAB”,

I say 123,

You say “black lives matter”,

I say I agree,

So why do your views collapse,

When your precious daughter,

Is a stallion not a mare,

Then you start to harass,

Do you think this is fair?

You say “they’re polluting our air”,

But you still drive a diesel,

So can you really judge?

You say “life isn’t fair”,

Do you have to part of the problem,

Through?

Scum bag,

Bottom of the barrel,

Don’t look,

Down the,

Shaft of my barrel,

Scum of the earth,

Scum of the dirt,

Breath in my words,

And breath out the hurt,

Scum of the heavens,

Scum of hell,

You were never an angel,

You never ever fell,

You crawled,

Scum of the sky,

You so adore,

I hope your ashamed,

When you see them roar ,

Scum of the sun,

You give love a bad name,

Scum of the sand,

And the outback we call home,

Scum of the flame,

And scum of my home,

Who you gonna call?

Who you gonna call?

Who you gonna call when it all goes to hell?

Who you gonna call when it all rings out like a bell,

Who you gonna call,

Scum?

Who you gonna call,

Scum?

Who you gonna,

Scum bag,

Huh?

Who you ganna call,

When you’ve had a fall?

Your darling daughter?

Well she’s far long gone,

Ran out sprinting,

Never looked back,

Never came back,

I wonder why is that?

Who you gonna call?

When you’ve bet away all your cash?

Your darling daughter?

She’s still out,

Counting rotting sheep,

Like always,

But your son is far away,

He likes this foreign land,

Of pronoun pins, nicknames and punk bands,

Maybe you should come sometime.

Stay a day and stay a night,

Welcome to the light side,

Welcome to the right side,

Welcome to the trans side,

Welcome to the man side.

Scum bag,

Bottom of the barrel,

Why don’t you open another bottle?

Scum bag,

Not gone but always forgotten.