Garbage

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Mister Thompson calls the waiter, 
orders steak and baked potato
(Then) he leaves the bone and 
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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 
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coffee grounds and sardine tins
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And the truck comes by on Friday 
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and carts it all away
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A thousand trucks just like it are 
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converging on the Bay

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Oh, Garbage, garbage, garbage, 
garbage
We're filling up the seas with 
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garbage

What will we do when there's no 
place left
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To put all the garbage

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Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac and
 winds it down the freeway track
Leaving friends and neighbors in a 
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hydrocarbon haze

He's joined by lots of smaller cars 
all sending gases to the stars
There to form a seething cloud that 
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hangs for thirty days
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And the sun licks down into it with
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 an ultraviolet tongue
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(Till it) turns to smog and then it
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 settles in our lungs

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Oh, Garbage, garbage, garbage, 
garbage
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We're filling up the skies with 
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garbage
What will we do, when there's 
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nothing left to breathe but garbage

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Getting home and taking off his 
shoes he settles with the evening 
news
While the kids do homework with the 
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TV in one ear

While Superman for thousandth's time
 sell talking dolls and conquers 
crime
(They) dutifully learn the date of 
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birth of Paul Revere
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In the paper there's a piece about
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 the mayor's middle name
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(And) he gets it done in time to 
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watch the all-star bingo game

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Oh, Garbage
We're filling up our minds with 
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garbage
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What will we do when there's nothing
 left to read
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And there's nothing left to need
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There's nothing left to watch
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There's nothing left to touch
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There's nothing left to walk upon
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And nothing left to ponder on
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Nothing left to see
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And nothing left to be but garbage

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In Mr. Thompson's factory they're 
making plastic Christmas trees
Complete with silver tinsel and a 
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geodesic stand

The plastic's mixed in giant vats, 
from some conglomeration that's
Been piped from deep within the 
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Earth, or strip-mined from the land
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And if you ask them questions they 
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say "why don't you see?
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It's absolutely needed for the 
economy."

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Dm
Oh, garbage, garbage, garbage
Their stocks and their bonds all 
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garbage
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What will they do when their system 
go to smash
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There's no value to their cash
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There's no money to be made
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That there's a world to be repaid
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Their kids will read in history book
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About financiers and other crooks
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And feudalism and slavery
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And nukes and all their knavery
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To history's dustbin they're 
consigned,
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Along with many other kinds of 
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garbage