written by Brad Roberts Some good behind all of this ugly When my job was a garbageman To go out and empty the garbage cans And I'd come upon rotting remains But we'd drive the outside town And fill the land, and make the hills that you can walk around on If I try hard I think that I will see Some good behind all of this ugly If I were born as vulture I'd fly out 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 hel (guitaretab.com)
