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Garbage (Bill Steele) Mister Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potato Then he leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin The busboy comes and takes it, with a cough contaminates it And he puts it in a can with coffee grinds and sardine tins Till the truck comes by on Friday and carts it all away And a thousand trucks just like it are converging on the Bay Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage What will we do when there's no place left To put all the garbage Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac and winds it up the freeway track Leaving friends and neighbors in a hydrocarbon haze He's joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars There to form a seething cloud that hangs for thirty days While the sun looks down upon it with its ultraviolet tongues Till it turns to smog and settles down and ends up in our lungs Garbage, garbage We're filling up the air with garbage Garbage, garbage What will we do When there's nothing left to breathe but garbage Getting home and taking off his shoes he settles down with evening news While the kids do homework with the TV in one ear While Superman for the thousandths time sell sexy dolls and conquers crime They dutifully learn the date of birth of Paul Revere In the paper there's a piece about the mayor's middle name And he gets it done in time to watch the all-star bingo game Garbage, garbage We're filling up our minds with garbage Garbage, garbage What will we do when there's nothing left to hear And there's nothing left to read And there's nothing left to wear And there's nothing left to need And there's nothing left to talk about And there's nothing to walk upon And there's nothing left to care about And there's nothing left to do And there's nothing left to see And there's nothing left to be but garbage In Mister Thompson's factory, they're making plastic Christmas trees Complete with silver tinsel and a geodisic stand The plastic's mixed in giant vats from some conglomeration That's been piped from deep within the earth or strip-mined from the land And if you ask the question, they say, "Why don't you see? It's absolutely needed for the economy!" Oh, Garbage! Garbage! Garbage! Garbage! There stocks and their bonds -- all garbage! Garbage! Garbage! Garbage! Garbage! What will they do when their system goes to smash --------------------------------------------------------------------------- There's no value to their cash There's no money to be made But there's a world to be repaid Their kids will read in history books 'Bout financiers and other crooks And feudalism and slavery And nukes and all their knavery To history's dustbin they're consigned Along with many other kinds of garbage Garbage! Garbage! Garbage! Garbage! Copyright 1969, The Rainbow Collection Ltd. (BMI) All rights reserved SOF
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