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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 From Letras Mania