Plateau Songtext

von Meat Puppets

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers, and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills,s hake the many hands

There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You'll see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words

You finish with the mop and you can stop and look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen, and the work, it was fun

Many a hand's began to scan around for the next plateau
Some say it was greenland, and some say mexico
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could