~~~~~He thought he was putting his things in the right placeEverything had a name and everything had a placeBut now there's so much of this stuff aroundThat when we look down on the groundThere is nothing there to seeWell, you're probably saying to yourself,"I guess they buried it somewhere else"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Please wait a minuteJust bend your neck, just crane your neck, just twist your neckBut don't break your neckAnd look above you, look above youAbove us is the garbage, below us is the earthAbove us is the garbage, below us is the earthAnd each day, each hour, each minute, each secondWe're crawling, crawling, clawing, fallingMore, more, more, moreIt's junk