you tossed that aluminum can aside, didn't you?
you bought the plastic jug of tide, didn't you?

the recycler's got a lot to do, he's got to make you re-use, he's got to make sure you believe
that mother earth is your only friend, that she's the living end and gives you oxygen to breathe
they're raping the environment well you know big business ruins everything it sees
now the only pure thing left in this fucking world is catching man's disease

how'd we get so big?
how'd we get so strong?
where'd we get this trash?
hey dude, pass the bong!

you had to make the picket sign, didn't you?
you had to buy stuff made of pine, didn't you?

the recycler's a collector, he's a re-user, selling his cans and his trash
maybe there will come a day when everything we use can be sold back for cash
maybe it's a part of me that wants to keep a place that humans will never go
'cause we'd just fuck it up much more than you'll ever know

how'd we get so big?
how'd we get so strong?
where'd we get this trash?
hey dude, pass the bong!

what you gave to me
that cool bag made of hemp
you know i can see
(... something that rhymes with hemp...)

you didn't recycle you'll never recycle
you didn't recycle nothing can make you green

-- un parodie musicale de buck satan