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Look down next to yor feet boy, what do you see down there?/glass glisteningin the moonlight pick up that bottle and feel it's weight in your hand/feelsgood 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'llshow you how to do that since you obviously don't know how/(CHORUS)/
All I seeis a dead world, covered up by buildings and streets/
All I see are dead peopleliving in this dead world they made/
All I see our dead thoughts unable tounderstand anything except what they see/I will open your eyes, then I willshut you down/(CHORUS)/
But that would not be nice now would it boy?/
Put thatbottle back down in the gutter, think your thoughts of order, and go backhome...
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