Look down next to yor feet boy, what do you see down there?/glass glistening
in the moonlight pick up that bottle and feel it's weight in your hand/feels
good now doesn't it? Why don;t you put that bottle where it belongs?/
CHORUS:TRASH IS THE WINDOWS OF A MILLION TRACT HOUSES/
TRASH IS THE WINDOWS OF A MILLION COP CARS/
Do you know what else you can do with that bottle?/You can recycle it/I'll
show you how to do that since you obviously don't know how/(CHORUS)/All I see
is a dead world, covered up by buildings and streets/All I see are dead people
living in this dead world they made/All I see our dead thoughts unable to
understand anything except what they see/I will open your eyes, then I will
shut you down/(CHORUS)/But that would not be nice now would it boy?/Put that
bottle back down in the gutter, think your thoughts of order, and go back
home...
