Well, maybe, maybe, it's the clothes we wear The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair Maybe it's our kookiness
Or maybe, maybe, it's our nowhere towns Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds Maybe it's our looseness
But we're trash, you and me We're the litter on the breeze We're the lovers on the streets Just trash, me and you It's in everything we do It's in everything we do
Or maybe, maybe, it's the things we say The words we've heard and the music we play Maybe it's our cheapness
Or maybe, maybe, it's the times we've had The lazy days and the crazes and the fads Maybe it's our sweetness
But we're trash, you and me We're the litter on the breeze We're the lovers on the streets Just trash, me and you It's in everything we do It's in everything we do