
The day that she left me was a sad day indeed
That chevy bevy babe of mine could be so cruel so damned unkind
The smell of exhaust in the air
Blackness all around that Paula Peach was out of reach
An elusive dame to me she would teach
(They'll all teach, if you listen, if you listen!)
You must read The Waste Makers
You must read The Waste Makers
You must read the Waste Makers!
And of it try to make sense
We're all subject to the dream
of planned . . . planned obsolesence