All Of This Ugly

I was walking through the country
 And passing through lovely scenery
 When I came upon some rotting remains
 And though the carcass was wormy
 Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning
 And if I try hard I think that I will see
 Some good behind all of this ugly
 When my job was garbageman
 I'd go out and empty the garbage cans
 And I'd come upon some rotting remains
 But we'd drive them outside town
 And fill the land, and make hills that you could walk around on
 And if I try hard I think that I will see
 Some good behind all of this ugly
 If I were born as a vulture
 I'd fly out and 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 help things so I could get started
 And if I try hard I think that I will see
 Some good behind all of this ugly