I was walking through the country
And passing through lovely scenery
When I came upon some rotting remains
And though the carcass was wormy
Well, after all, it´s all part of nature´s art of cleaning

And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly

When my job was garbageman
I´d go out and empty the garbage cans
And I´d come upon some rotting remains
But we´d drive them outside town
And fill the land, and make hills that you could walk around on

And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly

If I were born as a vulture
I´d fly out and circle high in the air
And I´d look out for rotting remains
And if they weren´t quite dead yet
A little bite would help things so I could get started

And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly