Trash People
Cherry Glazerr
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