John Wesley Harding - The Triumph Of Trash

I sing of the triumph of trash
The rise to success of hard cash
The birth of annihilation
The end of my patience
I sing of the triumph of trash


Trash is the product of greed
Selfishness planted the seed
Everybody knows
Money makes it grow
Trash is the product of greed

Trash needs nostalgia to breathe
It brings a familiar relief
Deja vu is all that matters
Unless we predicted it, it never happened
Trash needs nostalgia to breathe


Trash is at once high and low
It panders to the worst parts of both
We're so pleased we're in agreement
Our heads in clouds, our feet in cement
Trash is at once high and low