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