Clang in The Bin
By That Beach Sound Cartel
THAT CLANG IN THE BIN
[Verse 1]
Hmmm…
I drink at home now,
used to drink at bars,
Neon lights, loud nights,
closin’ down guitars.
Back then nobody noticed,
hell, neither did I,
Long as I made it home alive,
I just called it gettin’ by.
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the house gets quiet,
TV flickers blue,
One more pour turns into four
like they somehow always do.
[Chorus]
And every Tuesday morning
when I roll it to the street,
I hear them vodka bottles
clang underneath.
That sound cuts through the silence
like a judge down in my soul,
Funny how a little noise
can make a man feel old.
Yeah, I don’t get drunk
like I did back then,
But damn…
that clang in the bin.
[Verse 2]
I ain’t wakin’ up in bar fights,
I ain’t chasin’ closin’ time,
A couple cocktails during supper
don’t feel like a crime.
But stacked up in that garbage bin
out there by the street,
Looks a whole lot different now
starin’ back at me.
[Pre-Chorus]
Funny what gets louder
when the world slows down,
A man alone in his kitchen,
ice crackin’ all around.
[Chorus]
And every Tuesday morning
when I roll it to the street,
I hear them vodka bottles
clang underneath.
That sound cuts through the silence
like a judge down in my soul,
Funny how a little noise
can make a man feel old.
Yeah, I don’t get drunk
like I did back then,
But damn…
that clang in the bin.
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m alright,
hell, maybe I ain’t,
Everybody’s got somethin’
they’re tryin’ hard to forget.
Maybe it’s nothin’,
maybe it’s truth,
Maybe that garbage can
knows more than I do.
[Final Chorus]
Every Tuesday morning
when I roll it to the street,
I hear them empty bottles
rattlin’ underneath.
And I swear for one second
I can hear the life I’ve been,
In the cold hard echo
of that clang in the bin.
That clang in the bin…
That clang in the bin…
That clang in the bin…
Damn…
that clang in the bin.
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