Conceptualization · Voice lines

The lyrics to this container-song are being made up as he goes along.

It's like some red infection was spreading outwards from the container yard's core.

Yeah, keep her in the loop. It's strangely enjoyable to report back on the minute progress you've made. Even to strangers.

What are you waiting for, ask about the disco already. You need some fresh jams to get out of this rut.

What are you talking about? No one's out to get you -- get real man! Upgrade that cop-ledger!

It says: everyone look at me and my kitchen tissue covered cop ledger! I don't care. My ledger is droopy and it smells like a urinal.

One day you may still catch the man with the square gun.

Sadly, the ledger only comes with an old worn-down led pencil. It's unfitting of this monumental event.

I don't know... have you seen how basic that thing is? Basic clip, unglamorous toilet-smelling papers. It could've done with some pizzazzo! Anyway, go on. Sorry I said anything.

It's not exactly poetry -- but poetry would be out of place.

You don't have to be an intellectual giant to do police-work.

It says: everyone look at me and my toilet paper covered cop ledger! I don't care. My ledger is droopy and it smells like a urinal. Not a new addition, though. So keep that styling case open, my friend...

It is -- look at how basic that thing is! Basic clip, unglamorous toilet-smelling papers. It could do with some pizzazzo" Cheer you right up.

Challenge accepted. You should be on the lookout for stylistic elements that elevate this cabbage to heights unforeseeable.

A title one might say even. One that draws inspiration from snoop fiction and Vespertine cop show staples.

It says: everyone look at me and my toilet paper covered cop ledger! I don't care. My ledger is droopy and it smells like a urinal.

Sparks fall like snow from the bow collector. A street-car distancing...

Yes-yes, you know what that normal name is -- but it's so plain... anything else, please.