A Hundred Tires
Urban Waste: A Hundred Tires' Lament
Lyrics
a hundred tires piled high
A large stack of one hundred tires
piled way up to the sky
The stack is piled high, reaching up to the sky
there's too much metal too much trash
Commenting on the excess of metal and trash
a hundred tires get off my ass
Expressing frustration or annoyance, possibly with societal or environmental issues
da,da,da,da,da,da,da,daaaaaa aaahhh
Repetitive vocalizations, possibly conveying a sense of intensity or urgency
da,da,da,da,da,da,da,daaaaaa
-da,da,da,da,da,da,da,daaaaaa aaahhh
-da,da,da,da,da,da,da,daaaaaa
-a hundre tires din't talk to me
The tires, as objects, are not communicating or connecting
give me a blowtorch then you'll see
Suggesting a desire for a blowtorch, possibly to address or solve a problem related to the tires
pieces of metal bits and scraps
Referring to various pieces of metal, bits, and scraps
a hundre tires you lucky hick
Describing someone as a fortunate or lucky hick in relation to the tires
da,da,da,da,da,da,da,daaaaaa aaahhh
Repetitive vocalizations, possibly emphasizing a point or emotion
da,da,da,da,da,da,da,daaaaaa
-da,da,da,da,da,da,da,daaaaaa aaahhh
-da,da,da,da,da,da,da,daaaaaa
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