Garbage Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G][Cm][G][Cm][G][Cm]
Mr. Thompson Thompson calls the waiter,
Orders steak and baked potato,
But he leaves the bone and gristle,
And he [G]never eats the skins.
The busboy comes and takes it
With a cough contaminates it
He puts it in a can
With coffee ground[Cm]s and sardine tins
And the [G]truck comes by on Friday
And [Cm]carts it all away
A [F]thousand trucks just like it
Are con[Bb]verging on the [G]bay
Oh, [Cm]garbage! Garbage! Garbage!
Garbage! Garbage! Garbage!
Filling up the seas with [G]garbage
What will we do and there's no place left
to put all the [Cm]garbage.
Garbage! Garbage! Garbage!
Garbage! Garbage!
Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac
and winds it down the freeway track
leaving friends and neighbors
in a [G]hydrocarbon haze.
He's joined by lots of smaller cars
all sending gases to the stars.
There they form a seething cloud
that [Cm]hangs for thirty days.
And [G]the sun looks down into it
with [Cm]an ultraviolet tongue,
[F]Turns it into smog
and then it [Bb]settles in our [G]lungs.
Oh, [Cm]garbage! Garbage! Garbage!
Garbage! Garbage!
We're filling up the sky with [G]garbage.
What will we do
when there's nothing left to
breathe but garbage?
[Cm]Garbage! Garbage! Garbage!
Garbage!
Getting home and taking
off his shoes,
he settles with the evening news
While the kids do homework
with the [G]TV in one ear
While Superman for the thousandth time
sells talking dolls and conquers crime
Dutifully they learn the date
of the [Cm]birth of Paul Revere
In [G]the papers there's a piece
about the [Cm]mayor's middle name
He [F]gets it read in time
to watch the [Bb]all -star bingo [G]game.
[Cm]Oh, Garbage! Garbage! Garbage!
Garbage! Garbage! Garbage!
We're filling up our minds with [G]garbage.
What will we do
when there's nothing
left to read?
When there's nothing left
to need?
Nothing left to watch.
Nothing left to touch.
Nothing left to walk upon.
And nothing left to talk upon.
[G]And nothing left to see[G].
There's nothing left to be but... GARBAGE!