It's a beautiful morning
The sky is black as ink
The city's sleeping still

And soon they'll wake up
To the stink


And soon they'll wake up
To the stink of life passing them by
Wake up and smell the stink of their lives


The garbage trucks are coming
To take your %#@! to the dump

You're smelling pretty now
Such a pretty little lump
A pretty little lump of flesh

Who's lost your way
Another night another day


And when you sleep at night
Dreaming of the pretty things
Don't be too surprised

When the telephone rings

I'll be sitting here

Waiting for the other shoe to drop
I'll be sitting here
Waiting for the other shoe to drop