Trash
Streets of the city
A filmic embrace
Pop Art whispers
In a vibrant chase
Trash to treasure
In the artist's spree
A canvas of life
Where the soul is free
Canvas and film
An artistic blend
Pop Art whispers
Where pictures transcend
In the echoes of Pop
In the Factory's songs
Trash finds beauty
Where it belongs
Trash drifts like
An invisible breeze
The city doesn’t sleep
In the rhythm of sleaze
In the midst of trash
Where beauty lies
Truly magic
In vibrant skies
Between skyscrapers
And the subway's hum
Lies a tale
That is long gone
Silver screens flicker
In the Factory's pain
Icons and idols
In a glamorous reign
Trash drifts like
An invisible breeze
An invisible breeze
The city doesn’t sleep
In the rhythm of sleaze
In the rhythm of sleaze
In the midst of trash
Where beauty lies
Where beauty lies
Truly magic
In vibrant skies
In vibrant skies
New York City
New decade
Holly and Joe
A sad parade
Strip for me
At rock bottom
Can’t you see
You might be forgotten
Trash drifts like
An invisible breeze
An invisible breeze
The city doesn’t sleep
In the rhythm of sleaze
In the rhythm of sleaze
In the midst of trash
Where beauty lies
Where beauty lies
Truly magic
In vibrant skies
In vibrant skies
Trash drifts like
An invisible breeze
An invisible breeze
The city doesn’t sleep
In the rhythm of sleaze
In the rhythm of sleaze
In the midst of trash
Where beauty lies
Where beauty lies
Truly magic
In vibrant skies
In vibrant skies