The Triumph of Trash — текст песни (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

Were so pleased were 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 theres no losers and no winner

And I sing of the triumph of trash