The Triumph Of Trash Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

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 

Hope is left out in the cold 

Looking for pieces of gold 

Our refuse has no limits 

She tries to live in it 

Hope is left out in the cold 

I sing of the triumph of trash 

The past is a grate full of ash 

No morals and no sinners 

So there's no losers and no winner 

And I sing of the triumph of trash