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
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 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