Текст песни Steele Bill - Garbage
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Garbage!(The ! is part of the title!)Copyright (c) 1969Whitfeld Music (BMI)All rights reservedBill Steelews21@cornell.edu------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mister Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potatoThen he leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skinThe busboy comes and takes it, with a cough contaminates itAs he puts it in a can with coffee grounds and sardine tinsTill the truck comes by on Friday and carts it all awayAnd a thousand trucks just like it are converging on the Bay Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage What will we do when there`s no place left To put all the garbageMr Thompson starts his caddilac and winds it up the freeway trackLeaving friends and neighbors in a hydrocarbon hazeHe`s joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the starsThere to form a seething cloud that hangs for thirty daysWhile the sun licks <looks> down upon it with its ultraviolet tonguesTill it turns to smog and settles down and ends up in our lungs Garbage, garbage We`re filling up the sky <air> with garbage Garbage, garbage What will we do When there`s nothing left to breathe but garbageGetting home and taking off his shoes he settles down with evening newsWhile the kids do homework with the TV in one earWhile Superman for thousandth<s> time sell talking <sexy> dolls and conquers crimeThey dutifully learn the date of birth of Paul RevereIn the paper there`s a piece about the mayor`s middle nameAnd he gets it done in time to watch the all-star bingo game Garbage, garbage We`re filling up our minds with garbage Garbage, garbage What will we do when there`s nothing left to read And there`s nothing left to hear And there`s nothing left to need And there`s nothing left to wear(that way it sort of rhymes....) <What will we do when there`s nothing left to hear And there`s nothing left to read And there`s nothing left to wear And there`s nothing left to need> And there`s nothing left to talk about And there`s nothing to walk upon And there`s nothing left to care about-> And nothing left to ponder on And <there`s> nothing left to see(reverse order here:) And there`s nothing left to do And there`s nothing left to be but garbage