I come from not far from here A long time ago Spent years on that mountain Before they even built this town below I had a place on the ridge With a view for miles around Until the day those men came up And dragged me into town A shame what they did to me It's a crying shame It was a shame the way they treated me Back in town they beat me down so bad I passed into something else And when I woke, I looked I couldn't even recognize myself I was a completely covered in useless information Anyone looking could see In the back of a truck with a rubber band Stuck around what was left of me The next thing I know I'm thrown in a yard Where I wait a while and then This old man walks out in a bathrobe Picks me up and walks me back in And he freed me from that rubber band alright But in what seemed like a flash He glanced me over once and then He threw me into the trash Well, that's how I ended up On this land fill, here lying around Waiting for this big old pile of garbage we're on To work its way back underground Where I hope to grow up tall again Maybe even right here on this very spot Might seem like a pipe dream to you But doll face it's all I got You see man seems to think The world was made for him And that might be true But there's is a crack in every side walk Where the grass breaks through You know what I'm saying, baby Stick with me Someday you may have it made In the shade of a tree Someday you may have it made In the shade of a tree