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