[CHORUS]
Recycle my feelings, theres no refilling
And all of your teaching, is self defeating
Recycle my feelings, theres no refilling
And all of your teaching, is just repeating

[VERSE-1]
Your self defeating
In your teaching
Theres no refilling
Recycled feelings
With wit your beating
Yourself repeating
Into your green box
Of glass and plastics

[VERSE-2]
And now repeating
Are the strange rambling
Of no refilling
And recycled feelings
That have been used up
And given back to you
But now you feel bad
Well guess what it happens