Junk

He thought he was putting his things in the right place

Everything had a name and everything had a place

But now there's so much of this stuff around

That when we look down on the ground

There is nothing there to see

Well, you're probably saying to yourself,

"I guess they buried it somewhere else"

Wait a minute, wait a minute, please wait a minute

Just bend your neck, just crane your neck, just twist your neck

But don't break your neck and look above you, look above you

Above us is the garbage, below us is the earth

Above us is the garbage, below us is the earth

And each day, each hour, each minute, each second

We're crawling, crawling, clawing, falling more, more, more, more it's junk