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