Plateau Lyrics - Meat Puppets Ii - 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 and shake the many hands 

There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop 

And an illustrated book about birds 

You see a lot up there but don't be scared 

Who needs action when you got words 

When you're finished with the mop then you can stop 

And look at what you've done 

The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen 

And the work it took was fun 

Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau 

Some said it was Greenland and some say Mexico 

Others decided in was nowhere except for where they stood 

But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could