Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear Our 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 people on the streets We're trash, me and you It's in everything we do It's in everything we do… Maybe, maybe it's the things we say The places we go 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 people on the streets We're trash, me and you It's in everything we do It's in everything we do… Just trash, you and me We're the people on the streets We're the litter on the breeze… We're trash, me and you It's in everything we do It's in everything we do…