Scavenger Type

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Sitting alone at the bottom of the hill Our protagonist named Bill Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint All he needs is thirteen quarters Congregated in his hat [Verse 2] A crow, a scavenger type California redemption provides him with his rent Room and board inside of a fifth of comfort [Verse 3] The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury His meter slows, realizing a zenith He's reached perfection No one did see him die No one did see him die No one did see him die