Nirvana - Plateau Lyrics
Many a hand scaled the grand old face of the plateauSome belonged to strangers, some to folks you knowHoly ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sandTo beautify the foothills, and shake the many handsNothing on top but a bucket and a mopAnd an illustrated book about birdsSee a lot up there but dont be scaredWho needs action when you got wordsWhen youve finished with the mop then you can stopAnd look at what youve doneThe plateaus clean, no dirt to be seenAnd the work it took was funMany a hand began to scan around for the next plateauSome say it was greenland, and some say mexicoOthers decided it was nowhere except for where they stoodBut those were all just guesses, wouldnt help you if they could