THE NEW CARETAKERS

(Tune: "Caretakers" by Bill Sutton)

In a time of rising cities
In an age when tech was new
The factories made lots of plastic tat
And the world as a junkheap grew.
But a new mood caught the nations
And the green once more did thrive
So the plastoids came to protect the junk
To keep the vats alive

CHORUS
Singing "I am the strength of the gunge in the vat,
I am the soul of the tat."

In a time of ancient cities
In a world no longer vile
A man walked into a factory yard 
With some solvent in a phial.
He leaned out over the guardrail
And he tipped his hand to pour
When a vision rose from the bubbling vat
And shocked him to the core.
CHORUS

It was light and strength and power
It was pure and smooth and clean
It was everything that had passed away
When mankind embraced the green.
And it sang of a wondrous future
And it sang of a gleaming crown
And its arms reached up from the roiling gunge
Reached up to pull him down
CHORUS

But the man pulled out a bin bag
And he held it up to show
That the promised wealth was an empty shell
And to waste it all must go.
Then it knew that he saw the evil
And it knew his will was strong
And it passed away and the solvent's hiss
Drowned out its final song
CHORUS

In  the night by an ancient city
In the night under cloudless skies
A man looks into an empty vat
And he shakes his head and sighs.
Then he kneels to take the bin bag
To reuse and not to burn
And the plastoid knows that its cause is won
The factories will return
CHORUS (x2)