GARBAGE

Beauty in garbage, beauty in garbage
Take what it gives you this time
Every collision, civilization
Collapses, and what do you find?

Wake up the neighbors, and stop the policemen
From committing murderous crimes
The grass combusted, the water is fishless
The earthquakes are hour-long strikes

Violence ablazing, gunshots replacing
The sound of the church bells and hymns
“White Jesus, save me,” you′ll scream like a baby
Your water is cheap bottled wine

Wake up the children
Devices are filled with the blood of their addicted hands
No service is left
But the service you give to your fellow American men

Militant freaks hoverin’ over the sky
(So you better run for the forest)
And we′re all under their cold, watchful eye
(So you better hide what you’re growin’)

Lookin′ out for yourself won′t get you far
(Better make peace with your people)
There can be beauty among trying times
(We can push through all the evil)

Beauty in garbage, beauty in garbage
Without it, we wouldn’t hold hands
Take what it gives you, look from a new view
And build something better this time