I was walking through the country
And passing through lovely scenery
When I came upon some rotting remains:
And thought the carcass was wormy
Well after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning
And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly
When my job was a garbageman
I'd go out and empty the garbage cans
And I'd come upon rotting remains:
And we'd drive them outside town
And fill the land, and make hills that you can walk around on
And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly
If I were born as a vulture
I'd fly out and circle high in the air
And I'd look out for rotting remains:
And if they weren't quite dead yet
A little bite would help things so I could get started
And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly