Maybe, maybe it´s the clothes we wear,
The 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 lovers on the streets,
Just 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 words we1ve heard 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 lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It´s in everything we do,
It´s in everything we do.

But we´re trash, you and me,
We´re the lovers on the streets,
We´re the litter on the breeze,
Just trash, me and you,
It´s in everything we do,
It´s in everything we do...