Beauty in garbage, beauty in garbage
Take what it gives you this time
Every collision, civilization collapses
And what do you find?
Wake up the neighbors and stop the policeman
From committing murderous crimes
The grass combusted, the water is fishless
The earthquakes are hour-long strikes
Violence ablazing, gunshots replacing
The sound of the church bells and hymns
White Jesus, save me, you'll scream like a baby
Your water is cheap bottled wine
Wake up the children, devices are filled
With the blood of their addicted hands
No service is left but the service you give
To your fellow American man
Militant freaks hovering over the sky
(So you better run for the forest)
And we're all under their cold, watchful eye
(So you better hide what you're growing)
Looking out for yourself won't get you far
(Better make peace with your people)
There can be beauty among trying times
(We can push through all the evil)
Pi-pi-pi, pa-pa-pa, pi-pi-pi, pa-pa-pa
Pi-pi-pi, pa-pa, pum
Pi-pi-pi, pa-pa-pa, pi-pi-pi, pa-pa-pa
Pi-pi-pi, pa-pa, pum
Beauty in garbage, beauty in garbage
Without it, we wouldn't hold hands
Take what it gives you, look from a new view
And build something better this time
