Ah, the wonders of modern technology make life so nice

Sewage from the city, oil spilling free
Trash from all the hospitals, we dump it out to sea
Watch it float away, It says gotcha, I'm coming `round again Smoke from all the factories, poisons rising high
Fumes from automobiles, we pour them in the sky
Watch them blow away
They say gotcha, I'm coming `round again

I know we do not always see with much clarity
We're giving to the right but we're taking from the left
I know you don't always think through all the things you do
We're giving to the left but we're taking from the right, Hey!
What feels right? What feels left?

Trash from all the things I buy, pesticides abound
Those things we don't recycle all end up onto the ground
Watch them roll away They say gotcha, I'm coming `round again
We see it in the oceans on the land and in the air
Exploiting our resources causing problems everywhere
We think they go away
They say gotcha, I'm coming `round again

Let's see all that pollution now. That's yukky looking stuff.

Let's clean up all the pollution. Clean it all up.

Ah, it sure is a nice clean looking world now. I love the fresh, sparkling air and the crystal clear water and the beautiful green land. But wait, what's that. Oh, it's coming around again. Where does it come from? Where does it go to? Watch out, here it comes!
Watch out! Gotcha!