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