NoMeansNo

Junk

NoMeansNo


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