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...