 i tried to hide the garbage of my own life perhaps you've done it too no one would take it when i thought i'd gotten rid of it it wandered back when i thought i'd successfully covered it it bubbled out over and over i had to deal with it then i found a scapegoat rather he found me come unto me he said all ye who are weary and heavy laden and i will give you rest now about your garbage like the pelicano like i slip haven't you carried it around long enough