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

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