Post Modern Trash

Highway selfflexors,
Is the money coming home?
Do you humor all the powers in the local networks?
Is it 905 on your landline phones?

Do you bask in your perfection,
Like a dog in the heat?
But when the sun goes down
When the cash is on the wire
Are you locked in the basement?
Just a boy,
Just meat

But

Everytime I think of you.
Leaves me satisfied
And honey those ain't swimming pools
Those are diamonds in a wolves disguise

You're just trash, trash, trash
Post modern trash

Elevated boys of leisure,
Will u Come round to mine?
We can understand the power of the telecaster,
We can Show up whenever.
We can clock out by 5 --

See, you don't wallow in perceptions,
Of an ever-distant fourth.
Is the empire of song that you took to Andalusia,
Just a figment of the fires, just a rocking horse?

But

Every time you leave the room
Something dies inside.
And honey those ain't stones and jewels
Those are the tears in a real boys' eyes

You're just trash, trash, trash
Post-modern trash

You wear a cape to the magic show
If the boys getting paid then the whole thing will explode.

BOOM.