All Of This Ugly

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