Behind Mother's Kitchen, Just about 11 miles from the bridge. Thrown away...left in haste... And they can pay their way home. There's something in the dumpster, baby. The dumpster, baby. In the dumpster, baby. There's something in the dumpster, baby. Behind Mother's Kitchen, Just about 11 miles down the road: Choked on a silver spoonful of solid gold. Every day another, baby. Another dumpster load. They're only the beautiful people, And they can pay their way home. There's something in the dumpster, baby. The dumpster, baby. In the dumpster, baby. There's something in the dumpster, baby.