Trash People

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
Uh-uh-uh, if all the people dressed like sheeple
There'd be no color, no color, those are my people
There'd 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
Collect your weary mind
Unbend and breathe, unwind
Face the setting sun, there is no time to start over
We can't live a nine-to-five
Art is love and love is sloppy
Nothing is all pure
Nothing is all dirty