كلمات 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