It's a beautiful morning

The sky is black as ink

The city's sleeping still

And soon they'll wake up

To the stink



And soon they'll wake up

To the stink of life passing them by

Wake up and smell the stink of their lives



The garbage trucks are coming

To take your shit to the dump

You're smelling pretty now

Such a pretty little lump

A pretty little lump of flesh

Who's lost your way

Another night another day



And when you sleep at night

Dreaming of the pretty things

Don't be too surprised

When the telephone rings



I'll be sitting here

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

I'll be sitting here

Waiting for the other shoe to drop