I was walking through the country
And passing through lovely scenery
When I came upon some rotting remains

And though the carcass was wormy
Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning


And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly


When my job was garbageman
I'd go out and empty the garbage cans
And I'd come upon some rotting remains

But we'd drive them outside town
And fill the land, and make hills that you could walk around on


And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly


If I were born as a vulture
I'd fly out and circle high in the air
And I'd look out for rotting remains

And if they weren't quite dead yet
A little bite would help things so I could get started


And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly