Lyrics & Music by Bernd Harmsen sick'ning smells now waft across the battlefield another war's been won - or lost scavengers emerge who had been well concealed they'd kept their fingers crossed black market treasures to be found among the soldiers' body parts if and why they're being robbed the dead don't give a toss the buzzard on the pole watches attentively the busy highway's scenery it can't be very long before a car runs over some mindless tiny beast the table very soon is laid with choices of delicacies fresh from the fields and from the woods time for another feast garbage mountains rise beyond the metropole leftovers of a life de-luxe gaunt and scruffy kids who somehow do not count tearing trash from trucks they live their lives in misery fighting over rotting food just to make it one more day competing with stray dogs
