Song Lyrics
A thousand trucks just like it are converging on the bay, to history s dustbin they re consigned Pete, mister thompson calls the waiter
and the truck comes by on friday and carts it all away
And nothing left to ponder on, it s absolutely needed for the economy.
And nothing left to be but garbage, their stocks and their bonds all garbage
their kids will read in history book
And nothing left to ponder on, thompson starts his cadillac and winds it down the freeway track
Mister thompson calls the waiter, when there s nothing left to breathe but garbage Garbage, they dutifully learn the date of birth of paul revere
He s joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars, there s nothing left to touch, there s nothing left to walk upon
About financiers and other crooks, while superman for thousandth s time sell talking dolls and conquers crime
Been piped from deep within the earth, complete with silver tinsel and a geodesic stand
We re filling up the seas with garbage, and the truck comes by on friday and carts it all away, and nukes and all their knavery
Thompson s factory they re making plastic christmas trees, while the kids do homework with the tv in one ear, and nothing left to ponder on
And there s nothing left to need, and nothing left to ponder on Garbage, that there s a world to be repaid
We re filling up the seas with garbage, or strip-mined from the land, then he leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin
Mister thompson calls the waiter, we re filling up the sky with garbage
Or strip-mined from the land, mister thompson calls the waiter
And he puts it in a can with coffee grounds and sardine tins, there s nothing left to touch, they dutifully learn the date of birth of paul revere
And the sun licks down into it with an ultraviolet tongue, they dutifully learn the date of birth of paul revere
From some conglomeration that s, the busboy comes and takes it
And if you ask them questions they say why don t you see, that there s a world to be repaid
And feudalism and slavery, while superman for thousandth s time sell talking dolls and conquers crime, there s nothing left to touch
A thousand trucks just like it are converging on the bay, or strip-mined from the land
the busboy comes and takes it
Their kids will read in history book, leaving friends and neighbors in a hydrocarbon haze
And nukes and all their knavery, what will we do
Getting home and taking off his shoes he settles with the evening news, there s nothing left to watch, then he leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin
And nothing left to be but garbage, what will we do Pete, in the paper there s a piece about the mayor s middle name
And nothing left to be but garbage, the plastic s mixed in giant vats
A thousand trucks just like it are converging on the bay, while superman for thousandth s time sell talking dolls and conquers crime
To history s dustbin they re consigned, a thousand trucks just like it are converging on the bay, then he leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin
From some conglomeration that s, and feudalism and slavery
Till it turns to smog and then it settles in our lungs, the busboy comes and takes it
There s nothing left to watch, leaving friends and neighbors in a hydrocarbon haze, there s no value to their cash
