We see it here, we see it there

Late night fast food every fucking where

Deep fried breaded chicken oozing liquid fat

Early morning boozers “I’ll have some of that”

There’s fish n chips, chicken shacks, burgers and donners

Fast food lined streets, stood like guards of honour

Neon lights, brightly lit when the sun goes down

Yet during daylight hours, it’s like a ghost town

The only sign to show that these meccas exist

Are piles of detritus, thrown and left to drift

Why do they have do this, just tossing it to one side

They've got no fucking manners, they've got no fucking pride

There’s this thing, mouth open, like a baby bird

That eats all the shite. Dustbin is the word.

It doesn't take a lot of effort just to shove it in

So take your rubbish, screw it up, throw it in the bin