Trash people, oh, trash people
Oh, trash people, oh
We wear our underpants three days in a row
My room smells like an ashtray
My room smells like an ashtray
Wearing a smile and a heart on my sleeve

Collect your weary mind
Unbend and breathe unwind
Face the setting sun
There is no time to start over

My carpet smells like beer forever, forever
If all the people dressed like sheeple
There would be no color, no color
Those are my people
There would be no color, no color
Those are my people

We can't live a nine-to-five
Art is love and love is sloppy
Nothing is all pure
Nothing is all dirty

Trash people, oh, trash people
Oh, trash people, oh
We wear our underpants three days in a row
My room smells like an ashtray
My room smells like an ashtray
Wearing a smile and a heart on my sleeve