Every town has a dump
               Some have credentials
               Many rooted in old habits
               All piled high with the
               Detritus of destiny
               The old making way for the new

               But here in Our Town
               We have a Transfer Station
               A place where
               Pass the trash and
               In for a buck is not a game

              Just a dollar a pound
              Unload the unneeded
              The unnecessary, the
              Bad and the ugly
              Only the good live again
              Recycled, reborn, reused

              The large scale weighs the
              Refuse of our lives and we
              Wait while our ticket is punched
              Always with the Big Question
              Really the only question
              Will my end be like this

              When I am no longer needed
              No longer necessary
              Will I be ******* or renewal
              Rejected or recycled

              For…no matter how
              We lead our lives
              We all end up at
              The Transfer Station