Trashed

I remember in my youth Give a hoot, don't pollute And the Indian gentleman Who cried a tear over his trashed land As I view the world today And the way we all behave Tossing trash from out our cars Where in the world do we think we are When all is done and all is said Who's going to clean up this mess As garbage blows in front of me Like haphazard desert tumble weeds That part of life I don't get Why can't we pick up our own trash Were we all born into royalty Expecting others to cater to our needs Treating Mother Earth like a garbage bin When did it come down to this She says she's tired of being trashed And begging please pick up your mess