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